There is a longing to be whole, to be at rest inwardly, free of contradiction. But is this wholeness one more idea in the flow of our consciousness, an idea which actually keeps us fixed in the loop of restless searching for wholeness? I cannot positively say what wholeness might mean. But I do have
The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn; Morning’s at seven; The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d; The lark’s on the wing; The snail’s on the thorn; God’s in His heaven– All’s right with the world!
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Ifind myself often torn between two or more alternatives. Whether to tell a person what I think or not, whether to work or read a book or check my mail, whether to take a bus or a taxi. The feeling is one of being fragmented, as if there are multiple ‘selves’ putting forward their case for what shou
