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January 1992No matter what success I experience, my contentment is never final. I carry with me always a secret desire to die to the old man and rise to the new . . . for hidden in my life is the certainty that no mode of existence can ever fulfill me completely.
Adrian Van Kaam
The same day I get the bad news about my gums, I find out the hole in the ozone layer is worse than anyone thought.
By Sy SafranskyJanuary 1992December 1991The world is before you and you need not take it or leave it as it was when you came in.
James Baldwin
When you have grown from infancy to adulthood in one home. . . . The shape of the rooms becomes indistinguishable from the shape of one’s consciousness. I’m thirty-four years old, and that house and land are still the setting for half my dreams each night.
By Betsy SharpNovember 1991We don’t have a “drug” problem. We have never had a “drug” problem. We will not have a “virtual reality” problem. Past, present, and future, we have a consciousness problem — today compounded by the fact that it happens to be occurring in a Neanderthal political landscape.
By Travis CharbeneauNovember 1991In this culture, we have science and technology as religion. We no longer have a religious or philosophical basis for making choices regarding the evolution of technology. All those decisions are made in the corporate world.
By Catherine IngramNovember 1991September 1991We do not have too much intellect and too little soul, but too little precision in matters of the soul.
Robert Musil
June 1991Illness is the most heeded of doctors. To goodness and wisdom we make only promises; pain we obey.
Marcel Proust
Should I start with the apparent beginning, with that frozen January night when I felt suddenly dizzy and lightheaded, when my lungs tightened and my heart spasmed, when the malaria-like tremors began?
By Linda WirtanenJune 1991Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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