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�� seen to be believed. in the guts. ��

6.XI.2002 :::: 17.20

why existentialists should not be counsellors in the clinics. the ladies are always so worried they are going to die, they have heard all the horror stories, & i sit patiently explaining statistics to them & biting my tongue back so that i don't say, "but you could die tonight in your sleep! but a roof tile could hit you in the head right after you leave here!"

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what addie said on the phone today. ohio could be like this small shoebox i would have to squeeze myself into & i would still be happy.

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she said that, mind you, even after i warned her, reminded her about the half-assed rain that has been whining itself down to the ground, for days here.

i told jojo that when i first encountered the bleakness of ohio i found it romantic & he said, "oh yes the first time i saw kenyon i fell in love with it too. & i grew up in ohio! but i thought kenyon bleakness was somehow different from the regular kind i used to get."

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jeff will come over & we (bean also) will make short work of what's left of last night's dinner. sweet potato, leek, swiss chard, turnip, redskin potato, the carrots that must be seen to be believed. (i don't know yet what to have for dinner saturday, hosting dinner on behalf of visiting addie.)

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So, instead of loving what you think is peace, love others and love God above all. And, instead of hating the people you think are warmongers, hate the appetite and the disorder in your own soul, which are the causes of war. If you love peace, then hate injustice, hate tyranny, hate greed � but hate these things in yourself, not in another.
Thomas Merton

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time for me & this absolutely kosher sampler to meet up with our double-dates, the living room full-spectrum lamp & HP + the chamber of secrets.

(today at work the patient i was talking to closed her eyes for a moment & it hit me: her eyelashes were like ananikko's. when i say "it hit me" i don't mean "the idea came upon me," i mean "the fact of it hit me squarely in the guts.")

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