... This Is The Paradox

We Keep Secrets From Ourselves That All Along We Know.

The Hope You Feel When You Are In Love Is Not Necessarily For Anything In Particular. Love Brings Something Inside You To Life. Perhaps It Is Just The Full Dimensionality Of Your Own Capacity To Feel That Returns. In This State You Think No Impediment Can Be Large Enough To Interrupt Your Passion. The Feeling Spills Beyond The Object Of Your Love To Color The Whole World. The Mood Is Not Unlike The Mood Of Revolutionaries In The First Blush Of Victory, At The Dawn Of Hope. Anything Seems Possible. And In The Event Of Failure, It Will Be This Taste Of Possibility That Makes Disillusion Bitter.

Each Life Reverberates In Every Other Life. Whether Or Not We Acknowledge It, We Are Connected, Woven Together In Our Needs And Desires, Rich And Poor, Men And Women Alike.

Susan Bordo’s Unbearable Weight Is A Masterpiece Of Complex An Nuanced Thinking Not Only About A Significant Problem That Faces Women But About Our Culture. A Very Valuable Book.

We Are Nature. We Are Nature Seeing Nature. The Red-winged Blackbird Flies In Us.