November 2011
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October 2011
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August 2011
5 posts
Oh, humans have constructed a multitude of pure things: objects of wood, crystal, cord, wondrous tables, ships, staircases. I love all things, not because they might be warm or fragrant, but rather because- I don’t know why, because this ocean is yours, and mine: the buttons, the wheels, the little forgotten treasures, the fans of feathery love spreading orange blossoms, the cups, the knives, the...
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July 2011
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June 2011
6 posts
It was early summer and I’d gone on holiday to the island of Formentera, feeling particularly ragged and exhausted after a play I’d written, acted in and produced. I booked to stay in the same hotel I’d stayed in as a child, not knowing for sure if there were any other hotels, and arrived to find that it was on the top of a hill almost an hour’s walk from the coast. So...
everyone now knows how to find the meaning of life within himself. but mankind wasn’t always so lucky. less than a century ago men and women did not have easy access to the puzzle boxes within them. they could not name even one of the fifty-three portals to the soul. gimcrack religions were big business. mankind, ignorant of the truths that lie within every human being, looked outward -...
May 2011
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April 2011
3 posts