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Sometimes when I’m sad, I become convinced that the world is going to end. And it will end someday, of course, but scientists give it billions of years yet. My “sense of impending doom” (the phrase psychiatrists use to describe this type of fear) is all out of proportion to what I know to be true.
By Sybil SmithFebruary 2004A high-school reunion, a knock-knock joke, a laughing game
By Our ReadersNovember 2003Why not imagine that a beggar is a deity? Or that something you do will bring you luck? That some small object you bend down and pick up from the sidewalk will contain a mystery, a discovery — an old ship ticket, a rusty key, an address written on a scrap of paper?
By Nelson A. SmithApril 2003It’s temporary, I tell myself. Then I remember that’s true of everything: the blazing fire; our two gray cats; my lovely wife with her long graying hair. If only I never lost sight of this. If only I didn’t shut my eyes except to sleep.
By Sy SafranskyFebruary 2003A large, shiny safety pin; a fallout shelter; an old beekeeper’s shack
By Our ReadersNovember 2002September 2002To be revolutionary is to love your life enough to change it, to choose struggle instead of exile, to risk everything with only the glimmering hope of a world to win.
Andrew Kopkind
I am a bath mystic. You can also be one. Read this and decide if bath mysticism intrigues you.
By SparrowAugust 2002The word enlightenment conjures up the idea of some superhuman accomplishment, and the ego likes to keep it that way, but it is simply your natural state of felt oneness with Being. It is a state of connectedness with something immeasurable and indestructible, something that, almost paradoxically, is essentially you and yet is much greater than you. It is finding your true nature beyond name and form.
By Eckhart TolleJuly 2002March 2002School was a worry to her. She was not glib or quick in a world where glibness and quickness were easily confused with ability to learn.
Tillie Olsen
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