open this page?!?

why?

...cause when the ancestors buried fam'ly 'tween the lines

their cries rose above the land

ring in a new day of ears to hear

the past dances like gnawing insects in search of food

roamin' o'er the baggage of "forgotten" grime

laying beneath the tombs where the servants died

it's a strange, divergent journey, i know

but homeward it will carry us

like smoke rising from a womb

where birthing is an initiate

and the rejected are enthroned

strange are our travels along the Avenue of Hope

observing and pointing

eyeing what's about

but Love guides us along the Way

singing Hallelujahs with a sway

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

  -Noting will ever replace for a child the experience of being completely loved by a father and mother.  Let family life be intense but brief, aimed at healthy pain and new birth.  For everything tends to substitute itself for the maternal womb in order to keep us in the cave of illusion: money, art, pleasure (when it leaves no place for joy), love (if it's only a remedy for boredom), religion (when it mollycoddles us), every memory, happy or unhappy, that walls us up within individuality.  We are not yet born.

  -If you are a father or mother, be one as briefly as possible.  Don't need your children too much in order to exist.  They'll make you pay for it.  Let the time come quickly when they choose you.  Let your plans, worries, and good advice perish with you.  Not all of you will see the year 20__, but your children will be in the best of health.  To turn them into carbon copies of you is to assassinate them. That's why many of them fade away without saying a word, without even cursing.  Nature arranges things properly so that sons often rise up against the wisdom of their fathers.  There is too much docility and imitation: boredom will asphyxiate the world.  Be secretly pleased, therefore, by your children's insolence, without pretending to be young yourself and without any favorable prejudice for that foolish stage of life.

  -An enduring total love upsets the conventions, laughs at pretentiousness, and makes a couple both poor and all-powerful.  But societies dedicated to unlimited growth, at least among certain groups, have made marriage a functional association to be exploited by advertisers for economic ends.

  -Mary Immaculate invited us to live in the face of death, not to reject sex but its dictatorship. She stands for active expectation, the plan and the execution of a world of resurrection where it's not a question of dominating or devouring, and there are no longer either men or women, mothers or sons (or daughters), in the womb of the universal body of love.

  -The Gospel...implies constant revolution, rousing those who hear it from the sleep of fable and magic, as well as from any political absolute.  It's impossible to choose; one must accept the tensions which are those of life.