Into The Stillness Of Time


The hardest part, and often the scariest, is the silence.
Being alone with my own thoughts – here I am, free now, to mentally transport myself into any situation anywhere in the universe – and yet I choose the limits of a few ancient psychological meanderings: whether of fear, or of doubt, or of impending old age and infirmity.
So I retreat by retweeting, update my Facebook status, and then, literally, turn up the volume of whatever it is that I’m watching or listening to.
And then I fall asleep.
All in an effort to avoid the hard work of

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