The dripping blood our only drink, The bloody flesh our only food: In spite of which we like to think That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood– Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good. ~ T.S. Eliot, From “Easter Coker,” 1943 It is both strange and mysterious that we call this […]
“We create among ourselves what we choose to notice. Once this work of self-authorship has begun, we inhabit the world we’ve created. We self- seal. We don’t notice anything except those things that confirm what we already think about who we already are… When we succeed in moving outside our normal process of self- reference […]