There is a sweet spot between the patterned polarities of optimism and pessimism: acceptance. Allowing what is to be. This is a rich and loamy soil. Eros inhabits it. Green erupts from it.
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There is a sweet spot between the patterned polarities of optimism and pessimism: acceptance. Allowing what is to be. This is a rich and loamy soil. Eros inhabits it. Green erupts from it.
Spanning the iconography of world religions, angels are often depicted as having feminine forms but masculine names. The sage, wrote Lao Tzu, is two-spirited. He knows the male but keeps to the female.
The true man does not take sides. He’s hermaphroditic. He is both sides.
Because something within us rejects the middle of the road. Because social adjustment is measured by the degree to which this antipathy is concealed. Because love is not organized and Eros is elsewhere.