The Manner of Our Seeing

It seems that a profound, impartial, and absolutely just opinion of our fellow-creatures is utterly unknown. Either we are men, or we are women. Either we are cold, or we are sentimental. Either we a...

Afraid to Write

I'm afraid to write. It's so dangerous. Anyone who's tried, knows. The danger of stirring up hidden things - and the world is not on the surface, it's hidden in its roots submerged in the depths of t...

Saying Is Inventing

And even my sense of identity was wrapped in a namelessness often hard to penetrate, as we have just seen I think�Yes, even then, when already all was fading, waves and particles, there could be no t...