Thanksgiving Magicians

Sometimes, some part of me craves solitude. Othertimes, connection. Sometimes those sometimes don’t align in time. Holidays can be misaligned; expectations and disappointments in the same cauldron… A witch’s brew or warlock’s cocktail of awareness…

Words. Nice. Depression. Fraud.

Jane asked Dick, “Who do people say that I am?”

A psycho-spiritual role for logic

Despite how desperately you wish to embody some ideal, you can’t. Logically, ideals cannot be fully embodied by ANYbody.

We are not mere thinking machines; we are feelers as well.