Reverie and Engagment
In order to write, I have to almost slam the door on time, to disregard it. But it is always there, panting heavily on the threshold, whining about all that needs to be done.
In order to write, I have to almost slam the door on time, to disregard it. But it is always there, panting heavily on the threshold, whining about all that needs to be done.
Do the facts of our histories determine the truth of our lives.
Why teach art to seminarians? To medical students?