The mind can forget what the body, defined by each breath, subject to the heart beating, does not.

And if the professional rapist is to be separated from the average dominant heterosexual (male), it may be mainly a quantitative difference.

Society, like nature, is one body, really.

It is a grief over the fate of the Earth that contains within it a joyful hope, that we might reclaim this Earth.

We keep secrets from ourselves that all along we know.

How many small decisions accumulate to form a habit? What a multitude of decisions, made by others, in other times, must shape our lives now.

I am not so different in my history of abandonment from anyone else after all. We have all been split away from the earth, each other, ourselves.