Tonight, a slick film with blood and gore, revenge killing and righteousness, leaves me wondering: Why?
The « artist » left his mark. You could almost hear him chuckling. Too bad.
« We walk through ourselves, » James Joyce wrote, « meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves. »
All is in me and I am in all.
All is in me – i am in all.
Difficult towards some people…
that’s where the work has to be done… integrating –
in touch?
or more – become your fear – and go right through it?
why is it so difficult to be with fear
( -or something else… that after a while seems to be fear too????)
how do you do this?
how don’t you take to much distance ?- the sceptic
how do you not drown in it? – the absorbber
how do you go to this point "just in touch"?
Very good idea! Me, too.
i’ll sit with this.