Book II Chapter Nine — Maya Angelou It is another beautiful morning. It feels like a Sunday but I am unsure, and besides it does…
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Book II Chapter Eight — Bertrand Russell I spend most of my nights here in what has become known as Socrates’ Cave. I love falling…
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Book II Chapter Seven — Iris Murdoch It is one of those mornings where one knows everything is perfect. It is the acceptance of this…
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Book II Chapter Six — Albert Einstein The property here is surrounded by snow covered mountains glistening in the gentle rising of the sun. I…
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Book II Chapter Five — Seneca “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.” These were Seneca’s parting words to me the first time…
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Book II Chapter Four — Martin L King I sit in quiet meditation looking out from my space at the trees and greenery around me,…
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Book II Chapter Three — Susan Sontag It is raining this morning, what some people might refer to as dreary, but I cherish these moments…
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Some are influenced by the love of wealth while others are blindly led on by the mad fever for power and domination, but the finest type of man gives himself up to discovering the meaning and purpose of life itself. He seeks to uncover the secrets of nature. This is the man I call a philosopher. — Pythagoras
..I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. — Anaïs Nin
