It's the creatively mad and the generously inspired among us that make the real difference in life. It's ten percent of us that get everything done and the other ninety percent are bounced from pillar to post on their way somewhere in some kind of ring around the rosy Quo Vadis. That nightmare merry go round of birth and death. The tighter you hold your fears and insecurities to your breast, the harder you are clutching and milking your mortality like some venomous snake that is certain to bite like Cleopatra's asp. The harder the clutch, the more certainly you are doomed. The lighter your touch the more true freedom breathes from your every pore. You can argue these verities with me as you choose but I don't see you making much headway arguing with all of those who have said the same thing down through the millennium to today, people with a lot more cred and longevity than I have as yet, have been more than passing clear about it.
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