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Those in this series that I titled, usually that came later. At the time I was doing alot of reading -
Dostoevsky, Hemingway, the complete plays of Shakespeare one summer... still playing catch-up. I must have had a look on my face like
a dog who, scampering across a field, is stopped dead by the scent of a carcass & then leaps into the works & rolls in joy. There was that
aspect where I was building self-esteem by creating an identity for myself yet.... yet.... there were glimpse, via that literature, of
what was drawing me, that was deeper, that had everything to do with Being.
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