What comes is not to be avoided
what goes is not to be followed.
-- Master Daibailiving alone
(freedom is hard to love)
It is Saturday morning in Manhattan. I wake up today in my wallpapered room tucked over my neighbors' courtyard gardens. The spring foliage is transparent in the sun, birds chirp from the comfort of branches; all else is silent. After living alone for twenty years I'm still filled with arias of praise for the blessings of my sweet solitude.
But I haven't always felt this way.
We complex creatures have a baffling talent for entertaining two opposite desires at the same...