It's bliss when you give up all that stuff that separates you from other human beings. It's hard, but you break down all that stuff.
The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order.
if they put an iron circle around your neck I will bite it away
I want to discourage you from choosing anything or making any decision simply because it is safe. Things of value seldom are
Narrative is radical, creating us at the very moment it is being created.
When am I happy and when am I sad and what is the difference? What do I need to know to stay alive? What is true in the world?