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“Time” was written in Venice, Italy the summer of 1985. Young, in love with life, and studying architecture abroad; I struggled much. Written before I understood that time is now or it is not at all. Because of these words I came to know that now is the only time we have… Time. In … More Time
Here now are the realms of wonder. Yet I forget, I fall out of presence. I fall back Back into myself, back into the broken world system, back into the dysfunctions of my mind Dysfunctions of my understanding about what is true. Eating again of the wrong tree, That tempting fruit of the tree of … More Walking in the Realms of Wonder