from SOMEONE WANTS TO STEAL MY NAME by Henri Michaux
Endless forms of Wonder: The Nautilus, the Leopard, and the Spirituality of
Wildness
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We are the only animal captive in a cage of its own making. Its bars can
look like many things — the screen, the self, the scintillation of being
right — b...
6 hours ago
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This made me think awhile, and then think some more.
My one remaining pastime, thinking. Always better when there is actually something to think about.
(Seeing Ann McGarrell's name brought back memories. A half century ago, in my days of itinerant wandering, Ann and her husband Jim, the painter, lent me their Paris apartment on the Avenue Mozart, for some weeks, while they were out of town. Which was very good of them.)
This is exactly how I feel about Nairobi.
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