October 7, 2014 inner self 17 mile meditative run,”Every day we
slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get heartache when we read those
lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the
tender shoots, which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our
own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. When we get quiet, when we become
desperately honest with ourselves, we are capable of uttering profound truths.
We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of
things. We are all part of creation, all kings and queens, all poets, all
musicians; we have only to open up, to discover what is already there.”
Henry Miller
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