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It is a short-term hurt for a long-term heal; I suddenly understand, not through some feat of logic but through living alone with the only thing I have ever had or will ever have — the pearl of my Isness. I am not alone, I am the beloved, I am understood, and there is nothing I need ever change.
By Elizabeth Rose CampbellNovember 1981During his 25 years in the United States, Itzhak became a legend in the field of bio-medical invention. His hallmark was producing new methods and tools that were ridiculously simple when completed, and nearly impossible to believe in before undertaken.
By Marilyn BentovOctober 1981Then the coup de grace. Al Wood, driving, one on one against Sampson. Sampson leaps to block as Al Wood pumps, slides under the basket and drops in a reverse lay up. When consciousness returns, Al Wood has 39 points, the Heels win by 13, and however fate would play its dirty game, the world is turned right side up. Naked people dance on Franklin Street.
By Leonard RogoffAugust 1981August 1981Somehow the realization that nothing was to be hoped for had a salutary effect upon me. For weeks and months, for years, in fact, all my life I had been looking forward to something happening, some extrinsic event that would alter my life, and now suddenly, inspired by the absolute hopelessness of everything, I felt relieved, as if a great burden had been lifted from my shoulders.
Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
May 1981Once, in the Orient, I talked of suicide with a sage whose clear and gentle eyes seemed forever to be gazing at a never-ending sunset. “Dying is no solution,” he affirmed. “And living?” I asked. “Nor living either,” he conceded. “But, who tells you there is a solution?”
Elie Wiesel
Giving the eulogy, being followed by a chicken, losing a child
By Our ReadersMay 1981Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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