Crack through the shell
I want to crack through the shell of this ordinary life.
Is this the thing we all want? To feel we have lived, lived together, touched another, been touched? Is this beneath our feeling of having a destiny, wanting to stand out, to be remembered? Are we dead when we work for wealth? When we work for 30 or 40 years till someone takes care of our body till they have to take care of our body? What would it mean to live in wombish relationship? To meet face to face the wombish of the world? What would we be cracked open?
:- Doug.
