Society, Like Nature, Is One Body, Really.

We Keep Secrets From Ourselves That All Along We Know.

I Am Not So Different In My History Of Abandonment From Anyone Else After All. We Have All Been Split Away From The Earth, Each Other, Ourselves.

At The Museum A Troubled Woman Destroys A Sand Painting Meticulously Created Over Days By Tibetan Monks. The Monks Are Not Disturbed. The Work Is A Meditation. They Simply Begin Again.

Language Is Filled With Words For Deprivation Images So Familiar It Is Hard To Crack Language Open Into That Other Country The Country Of Being.

Philosophy Means Nothing Unless It Is Connected To Birth, Death, And The Continuance Of Life. Anytime You Are Going To Build A Society That Works, You Have To Begin From Nature And The Body.