Depression opens the door to beauty of some kind.

Each person enters the world "called," like an oak tree, to fulfill their soul’s agenda.

Each of us needs an adequate biography: How do I put together into a coherent image the pieces of my life? How do I find the basic plot of my story?

Love alone is not enough. Without imagination, love stales into sentiment, duty, boredom. Relationships fail not because we have stopped loving but because we first stopped imagining.

I am not caused by my history-my parents, my childhood and development. These are mirrors in which I may catch glimpses of my image.

To hope for nothing, to expect nothing, to demand nothing. This is analytical despair.

By seeing differently, we do differently