Last night that moon came along, drunk, dropping clothes in the street. "Get up," I told my heart, "Give the soul a glass of wine. The moment has come to join the nightingale in the garden, to taste sugar with the soul-parrot. Rumi
I love my life. Being honest has allowed me a very bizarre life. It has pushed me in a direction away from everything mainstream. Being a philosopher pushes you even further. I have been to parties where the topic of conversation was about what everyone did for a living. Bank-manager, head-chef, computer programmer, hairdresser, nurse, .......and then it's my turn ?
Those who are psychically ill need but one thing -- complete and repeated genital gratification.” --Wilhelm Reich
