"Science and art are like arms and heart. So many accidents of meaning, art is in heart, and so is hear, ear, art as a form of heart hearing." Michael Eigen
I didn't want to open that door nevertheless life did it for me residues of this old combustion pits of rage you're carring for their perfumed names humiliation at every corner of the street suspicion of the sunrise
I remember or maybe I dreamt it two sons looking for their father he chose other walls full of zest holy days were a laughter indiference for the son rise
how chalenging to be a man hiding vulnerability there was no one to show you how to keep the balance of seeing and feeling and forgetting there was no one to show me my edges for good Gods to dwell and feast on life unhindered
"I also hunger for feelings, for contact with life."
"Our sensitivity registers pressures it must work with and we might attack our sensitivity rather than learn more about what we are experiencing. Building tolerance for conflictual experiencing is harder than obliterating sensitivity, but has its own rewards."