In Keeping Still It was a day like every other during that period of my life. A student. An English student. I worked. I studied. I went to class. Circles. Ever-turning circles. But no labyrinth because there was no Minotaur at the center. A spiral of life. Onward. Steady. Paced. Then the day came. I entered the classroom. Dickens. A teacher that looked a bit like Father Christmas. Other students. I sat near the front, to the right....
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Standing Still I looked out at my journey. And I saw a head of broccoli: All sorts of paths heading out from one stem. Or at least giving the impression of heading out. Because each path ended in a burst. A flourishing. But, ultimately, going nowhere. A forest of trees – but no continuing on. Each tree becoming an ending in itself. So I just stood there. Knowing that each path was, essentially, that exact same as the others. It made...
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I suppose it’s interesting why I am here. A bit interesting, anyway. You see, I am a mystic. And for most of my life, I played the Clark Kent role to my Superman. Not that I was Superman. But I certainly knew what it was to be Clark Kent. I learned at a very young age to conform to the way other people behaved. To think like they did. To be concerned with what they were concerned with. It tore me upside, really, to not be...
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