When it was over, all I could think about was how this entire notion of oneself, what we are, is just this logical structure, a place to momentarily house all the abstractions. It was a time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery, and I had been a part of that. It was a gift. Life was raging all around me and every moment was magical. I loved all the people, dealing with all the contradictory impulses - thats what I loved the most, connecting with the people. Looking back, thats all that really mattered
Posted on: Thu, 17 Apr 2014 06:05:36 +0000
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