When you trust, you are tender and delicate, but when you doubt, you are dangerous and destructive - Anaïs Nin

You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, & you believe you are living.

Introspection is a devouring monster. You have to feed it with much material, much experience, many people, many places, many loves, many creations, and then it ceases feeding on you.

One discovers that destiny can be diverted, that one does not have to remain in bondage to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities. Once the deforming mirror has been smashed, there is a possibility of wholeness. There is a possibility of joy.