cry me the tears of the crying

pouring like ice cream melting from some Himalayan dome

don't know what it is they're weeping for

but weep they do

paining

aching for some unknown home

Home

untouchable

but grasped as they grow

or flow

*Those who legislate punitive laws, often write themselves out of them.

*"God" is no narrow, little word that anyone can use to gain or have power over me.

*I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

  -Vincent van Gogh

*Reflections of a Jean Sulivan:

  -It's difficult to speak of the passion - it's like making the person you're talking about remain silent.

  -How the West has reveled in the representation and contemplation of disaster.  Painting, sculpture, the vast majority of monuments - except for those marked by oriental influences - as well as literature show an almost pathological fascination with the bloody battles waged for the possession of the world, which prefigure the deportation camps, Hiroshima, and all the unfinished wars that we never tire looking at and talking about.

  -I've never forgotten a conversation I had at the southern tip of India with a Hindu priest.  In trying to characterize the West, he referred in the same sentence to Jesus Christ, Napoleon, Hitler, Truman, and Stalin.  That was his perception of things; is ours less distorted?

  -The grandeur and terror of the passion gets most of our attention; the spectacular becomes more important than its interior meaning.  It's hardly surprising that the TV news, which shows us other passions, mockeries, and tortures in every part of the world, has turned Jesus' assassination into a legend, although for a Christian it is at the heart of human destiny and gives meaning to every agony.