The Seven Deadly Sins. What are they? Must google to find out. I know Lust and Envy are in there. Thinking of working them into a new play.
I have got to keep moving forward. No alternative.
Reading Thomas Merton's "Seven Storey Mountain." Excellent writer. Just started, but some early scenes are rendered beautifully. Little towns in France come alive.
I have some kind of 'faith' but it has nothing to do with the bread and wine. Except as maybe some kind of dietary guideline.
I am back to Bertold Brecht's 'optimistic realist.' No dogma, no rules, except looking to see clearly with an emphasis on the transcendant light behind everything.
whitewolfsonicprincess' 2nd single Child of the Revolution
Thursday, May 27, 2004
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