The Mysts of Time
A misty past and clues to an emerging self.
From the mists of time, a vision appears. It seems familiar.
(Stromboli Town, Italy. June 2003)
Anais Nin said once: "We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."
(Stromboli, Italy. June 2003)
Mysterious images of myself appearing in the wildest ways. Meaningful coincidences?
Mysteries are the quintessential concerns of the larger story of our own
myths.
(Stromboli, Italy. June 2003)
I am called to enter the labyrinth of an inner world.
(Somewhere in the Aeolian islands. June 2003)
To take a journey into the unknown. Or else to take a journey into
a known story, in order to learn about it from a new perspective.
(Stromboli, Italy. June 2003)
Reflections. Do you know the face of your inner demon? Know his
face well. Our inner demon has a lot to teach us. Listen, but don't
let him dictate the rules of the game. I can accept my demon as a
friend, to help to push me into new dimensions, or else
I can succumb to his destructive influences.
(Stromboli, Italy. June 2003)
In every face we see, we have a potential teacher.
In every object, we have a potential tool for life or death. The choice is ours.
(Stromboli, Italy. June 2003)
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