Open letter to anyone to whom I am guilty of writing:
My words about life are meant to be a titch of advice about your philosophy and theology. That's what I contemplate. Not always Your Life.
Everybody's O.K. to be a philosopher; O.K. to be a theologian; not O.K. to realize on one's deathbed that they got the theology wrong.
Each of us has a private relationship to the personality of the infinite. Sure beats withering with TV violence and politics (the eternal sea of Maya).
The last image I want playing in mind is that after all, I had no idea.
I hope they clean the sheets.
Your body is your friend telling you methinks the same.
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