His life oscillates, as everyone's does, not merely between two poles, such as the body and the spirit, the saint and the sinner, but between thousands and thousands.
Being a full human being is difficult, frightening, and problematical.
What am I then, my God? What is my nature? A life varied, multifaceted and truly immense.
Our desires cut across one another, and in this confused existence it is rare for happiness to coincide with the desire that clamoured for it.
The complexities of what we are given in life are vast and beyond comprehension.
Vancouver is the square root of negative one. Technically it shouldn't exist, but it does. I can't imagine living anywhere else.
Men to whom life had appeared as a reversible coat - seamy on both sides.
Over time I just realised the world is a very complicated place, and there is not a single structured belief system that adequately and comprehensively describes every aspect of our existence. So that is my new approach to life and spirituality - I don't know anything, except on a very naive and subjective level.
I suspect most of life takes place in the interstices of what's already been articulated.
