The Mind Can Forget What

I Know I Am Made From This Earth, As My Mother's Hands Were Made From This Earth, As Her Dreams Came From This Earth And All That I Know, I Know In This Earth, The Body Of The Bird, This Pen, This Paper, These Hands, This Tongue Speaking, All That I Know Speaks To Me Through This Earth.

Philosophy Means Nothing Unless It Is Connected To Birth, Death, And The Continuance Of Life. Anytime You Are Going To Build A Society That Works, You Have To Begin From Nature And The Body.

Every Time I Deny Myself I Commit A Kind Of Suicide.

Far More Frightening Than The Thought Of Dying Was The Experience Of Erasure Already Occurring In My Life. My Fear Of Becoming Someone Who Did Not Count.

I Am Not So Different In My History Of Abandonment From Anyone Else After All. We Have All Been Split Away From The Earth, Each Other, Ourselves.