What happens in the heart simply happens.

The Shell The sea fills my ear with sand and with fear. You may wash out the sand, but never the sound of the ghost of the sea that is haunting me.

What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.

The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it

So we found the end of our journey. So we stood, alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.

What happens in the heart simply happens.

And that's how we measure out our real respect for people—by the degree of feeling they can register, the voltage of life they can carry and tolerate—and enjoy. End of sermon. As Buddha says: live like a mighty river. And as the old Greeks said: live as though all your ancestors were living again through you.