From my journals at Peddie. 1970. Words I never forgot. Kept closer to heart sometimes more than others. But never forgot. We think of ourselves as personalities when we should know ourselves as organisms.
Someone something with a higher power flicked a switch and fifty years happened. Now maybe more than ever it’s time to pay attention to lessons from the front end. Or to just pay attention. Or start paying attention.
My walls are too high. Or thick. Maybe they should have something else hanging on them – for once. Or just torn down. Someone something with a higher power is luring me. There is an outside. It’s a process.