Without a word from Vasudeva, the speaker felt that the ferryman took in his words, silent, open, waiting, missing none, impatient for non, neither praising nor […]
What father, what teacher could shield him from living his own life, soiling himself with life, burdening himself with guilt, drinking the bitter drink himself, finding […]
[googleapps domain=”drive” dir=”file/d/1M68zUNGpCnZTIqq9pV4PO6mQ55w4v2Cq/preview” query=”” width=”640″ height=”480″ /] A simple reminder from my son’s classroom to not mimic what you see around you. Identify, appreciate and leverage […]
We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others, that in the end, we become disguised to ourselves.– Francois de la Rochefoucauld, in The Goldfinch