From my diaries. Volume 11. 27 April to 26 July 1997

 

24 April 1997

Started reading Morris Berman's book and I'm surprised to find that what I aspire to mobilize 

is the 5th body, the Zeitgeist!

21 April 1997

On the bus I started to cry at the thought of my new loss, but I discovered my motherless child self was the source of the pain. The other part of me simply accepts loss, accepts what is, neutrally.

And that is the part of me that I love and that I wish to follow always.

It seems capable of holding me steady on my course.  It's a tower I can lean on, 

it will never let me down.

The words carry me forward, and their inexhaustible source: Meaning.

Oh words, how you've led me to my destiny.

I can only thank you by giving you praise all my life.