Commentary (full lesson beneath commentary) Beloved forms arise in my mind: my cats, my self, my family and friends. They hover in mid-air but a moment … and then their covering, the body, seems to inflate, then softly burst open like dandelion fluff. The body pops off and We remain. There is no death, no(…)
No bird soars too high, if it soars with its own wings… — Friedrich Nietzsche
