So why mangoes? you may well ask.
This is my dream: a mango tree within reach of my balcony; abundant, sensuous pleasure; sunny, sweet fruit and the flowering of my creative life in profusion. This is a dream of wealth shared, spent lovingly on you. Taste a mango, celebrate a windfall, and feel good. Leave the seed somewhere else to grow, and pass on. We are the agents of seed dispersal. What good is changing the world if you don't enjoy it? And what is enjoyment if it doesn't change the world?
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Keep your eyes on the hat with the feather
I am trying on selves, the image I have is of the costume box adventure, parading in front of the mirror in as many different guises as I can conceive of. What am I practicing for?
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