Dreams say what they mean, but they don't say it in daytime language.

Dreams say what they mean, but they don't say it in daytime language.

I confess, right at the start, to the doubts - and sometimes outright dreads - that go with me as I climb the stairs to my study in the morning, coffee mug in hand: I have to admit to the habitual apprehension mixed with a sort of reverence, as I light the incense . . . and wonder: what is going to happen today? Will anything happen? Will the angel come today?

Heroics are not easily had for the young in our times. Perhaps that is why they go to such extremes to create their own dangers.

None of us suddenly becomes something overnight. The preparations have been in the making for lifetime.

Life is a disease.

The more you respect and focus on the singular and the strange, the more you become aware of the universal and infinite.