Our motherlines have been colonized. We therefore must identify and tackle the inner colonizer, and track the long, often difficult road home to our people.
The sum is greater than its parts, but such a large conception is off even the most fantastic of radars. It is nothing in which earthen jugs can participate.
Pick a person who is prepared to commit to a serious long-term partnership. Otherwise they are just testing your patience and wasting your precious time.
We will not be overwhelmed by corrupt power's parasitic presence, the twisted notion that we can metabolize poison by contorting our soul while Rome burns.
Rebecca West once wrote about solitude, “For those who relish it, a word sweeter than muscatel to a wino.” That’s the secret of those of us who live alone.