Other-Love is writing's first name.

Only when you are lost can love find itself in you without losing its way.

Everything ends with flowers.

You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she's not deadly. She's beautiful and she's laughing.

It is said that life and death are under the power of language.

Wouldn't the worst be, isn't the worst, in truth, that women aren't castrated, that they have only to stop listening to the Sirens (for the Sirens were men) for history to change its meaning? You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she's not deadly. She's beautiful and she's laughing.

Meditation needs no results. Meditation can have itself as an end, I meditate without words and on nothingness. What tangles my life is writing.