..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
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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Book II Chapter Two — Gaston Bachelard I am in a somewhat bewildered state this morning as I walk through the garden and past the…
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Book II Chapter One — Oliver Sacks I am relaxing in quiet meditation in my cave, soaking in the waters of the hot spring. I…
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Chapter Sixteen — Mary Oliver “Good morning Ms Oliver. May I address you as Mary?” “Yes. Please do, Mr…?” “My name is Socrates Black, but…
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A First Sunday Of The Month Fiction Series
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
