Just Stop For A Minute And You'll

Follow The Lead Of Your Symptoms, For There’s Usually A Myth In The Mess, And A Mess Is An Expression Of Soul.

Aging Is No Accident. It Is Necessary To The Human Condition, Intended By The Soul. We Become More Characteristic Of Who We Are Simply By Lasting Into Later Years; The Older We Become, The More Our True Natures Emerge. Thus The Final Years Have A Very Important Purpose: The Fulfillment And Confirmation Of One’s Character.

To Hope For Nothing, To Expect Nothing, To Demand Nothing. This Is Analytical Despair.

Ecology Movements, Futurism, Feminism, Urbanism, Protest And Disarmament, Personal Individuation Cannot Alone Save The World From The Catastrophe Inherent In Our Very Idea Of The World. They Require A Cosmological Vision That Saves The Phenomenon 'world' Itself, A Move In Soul That Goes Beyond Measures Of Expediency To The Archetypal Source Of Our World's Continuing Peril: The Fateful Neglect, The Repression, Of The Anima Mundi.

It's The Only Way We Can Get Out Of Being So Human-centered: To Remain Attached To Something Other Than Humans.