... old clothes, old friends, old books. One needs constants in a traveling life.
when a gourd is hollowed out it becomes empty and is of great use to the world because of its emptiness.
Perhaps we clutch at life only when we have never lived or trusted it. Then death seems the last and greatest defeat, the end of something never felt.
Both therapy and friendship possessed the common denominator of discovering a self.
People need dreams, there's as much nourishment in them as food.
It's compassion that makes gods of us.