Why not Live In All the Worlds
When I peer into the Otherworld and see the Beautiful Impossible, I slap on a name, and the dream confined...
When I peer into the Otherworld and see the Beautiful Impossible, I slap on a name, and the dream confined...
Even though there is no longer an Elsewhere left to travel to, no place still unmapped, no culture still unknown...
When we remember the environment is a current flowing through us, then common consciousness streams. And we can speak with...
Today I honor my mother, and give a special tribute to Julia Ward Howe, who in 1870 wrote the following...