Soul Is To Be Found In The

Finding The Right Work Is Like Discovering Your Own Soul In The World.

When We Relate To Our Bodies As Having Soul, We Attend To Their Beauty, Their Poetry And Their Expressiveness. Our Very Habit Of Treating The Body As A Machine, Whose Muscles Are Like Pulleys And Its Organs Engines, Forces Its Poetry Underground, So That We Experience The Body As An Instrument And See Its Poetics Only In Illness.

All That's Bright Must Fade, The Brightest Still The Fleetest; All That's Sweet Was Made But To Be Lost When Sweetest.

Disguise Our Bondage As We Will, 'tis Woman, Woman, Rules Us Still.

Like Ships That Have Gone Down At Sea, When Heaven Was All Tranquillity.