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Apr 03, 2006 12:02

Excerp I loved from the book I'm reading:

"It's magic to see Spirit, largely because it's so rare. Mostly you see the masks and the holograms that the culture presents as real. You see how you’re doing in the world’s eyes, or your family’s, or - worst of all - yours, or in the eyes of people who are doing better than you - much better than you - or worse. But you are not your bank account, or your ambition. You’re no the cold clay lump you leave behind when you die. You’re not your collection of walking personality disorders. You are Spirit, you are love, and even though it is hard to believe sometimes, you are free. You’re here to love, and be loved, freely. If you find out next week that you are terminally ill - and we’re all terminally ill on this bus - what will matter are memories of beauty, that people loved you, and that you loved them.” - Anne Lamott.
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