Maybe one reason we are able to keep on going in spite of our many faults is the lower case a's strewn among our mountains of words. They look like big-bellied fertility goddesses leaning protectively over their potential, waiting for something better to be born. Or praying. Do goddesses pray? Are goddesses everywhere? Can we do better than this?
Thursday, April 13, 2006
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