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Watermelons; mind over matter; you are not alone, and you are loved
By Our ReadersOctober 1981October 1981The necessary premise is that a man is somehow more than his “characteristics,” all the emotions, strivings, tastes and constructions which it pleases him to call “My Life.” We have ground to hope that a Life is something more than a cloud of particles, mere facticity. Go through what is comprehensible and you conclude that only the incomprehensible gives any light.
Saul Bellow, Herzog
September 1981Sweet joy befall thee as in your own bosom you bear your heaven and earth and all you behold, tho it appears without, it is within,
In your imagination, of which this world of Mortality is but a shadow.William Blake
At some point early in our lives, we decide just how conscious we wish to be. We establish a threshold of awareness. We choose how stark a truth we are willing to admit into consciousness, how readily we will examine contradictions in our lives and beliefs, how deeply we wish to penetrate.
By Marilyn FergusonSeptember 1981Feed the poor, a 30-foot sailboat, expensive coffee beans
By Our ReadersSeptember 1981We know something at the same time — we need to get out quick, Hal is already out, and Chuck is out on the other side, Anne and I are scrambling out, then we’re in the middle of the road in a little group, all looking at the illuminated bird. As the bird stands still in the air, I get an old ecstatic feeling of being overcome.
By Pat Ellis TaylorAugust 1981Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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