You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal.

Stunned and still not suffering. Swollen with care and anxiety and still not suffering. Useless, old and full of grief, but still not suffering.

Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free!!

I wish I could say everything in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.

I kind of limp along like so many of us do in these realms. Occasionally I've felt the grace of another presence in my life. But I can't develop any kind of spiritual structure on that.

Certainly within any decadent period, you would probably find the purest expressions of conviction, and I do not see that in many of the people I know.

The birds they sangat the break of day.Start again!!I heard them say