I think I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not really aware of that time passing. I don't feel that I'm wasteful with time. But I'm not aware of it passing.
It's a source of great sadness to me that my father died without having seen...
I feel an intense intimacy with those who have this loathing interest in me....
I saw also that there was an ocean of darkness and death but an infinite ocean of light and love which flowed over the ocean of darkness.
