The ink of interrelationship, the magical river called language, connecting us to each other, to things and to those who have been dead for centuries. Yet words are not as full as we can be and are. As both St. Augustine and the Buddha said, "They are just fingers pointing to the moon." Only I can experience the moon, but I am so grateful others and their words pointed me toward the light and away from the dark.
On Mar 21, 2019 susan schaller wrote :