“Are you able to do nothing?” How easily Lao Tsu arrests the mind! As we know, any fool can do something, but rare indeed is that man, the one who can do nothing.
Happiness is the readiness to die, the awareness that living is dying and that without death, there is no beauty, no sweetness.
Oh, what a world! Sex is out of the closet, death is under the bed.
The first rule of the dance is to move with what happens.
Ours was not a happy home. My father was violent and hyper-religious. He beat me with his belt while I lay draped across what was always a perfectly made bed, pants and underwear puddled around my ankles. Two of my three siblings, a brother and a sister, killed themselves.
A voice said, “Call the angels.” And angels came—angels enough to revivify William Blake, angels seen and unseen, women angels, men angels, child angels, a whole dance of them.
Does a man live who is more loved?