Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle.

The ancients believed in fate because they recognized how hard it is for anyone to change anything. The pull of past and future is so strong that the present is crushed by it. We lie helpless in the force of patterns inherited and patterns re-enacted by our own behavior. The burden is intolerable.

In this life, you have to be your own hero.

I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.

How many of us want any of us to see us as we really are?

To create a past that seemed authentic but would be a fiction, you need an invented language.

Reading things that are relevant to the facts of your life is of limited value. The facts are, after all, only the facts, and the yearning passionate part of you will not be met there. That is why reading ourselves as a fiction as well as fact is so liberating. The wider we read the freer we become.