I am lost, and you are, too. If you don't know that you are lost, then I am a little less lost than you, for at least I know that I do not know where I am, whereas you persist in striding confidentlyfrom you-know-not-where into you-know-not-what.
It is only when we recognize our essential lostness that we come to see that much finding is shamming, most security is trickery, for there is no shame in not knowing, only shame in falsity.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
The boys on the bus are well aware Of the gorgeous girl, and her most minimal guarded gestures are watched with heavy eyes.
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