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"sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my soul" Bruce Springsteen,...

"Why idly seek in outward things The answer inner silence brings So to the calmly gathered thought The uttermost of truth is taught."...

"Liminal subjects tend to spread promiscuously through the interfaces between disparate spheres of study such as religion, psychology,...

The body looked vital. However, within the husk of material form …was nothing.  Well, not nothing.  The spirit was there, but it was not...

The flooded cityscape reeked of death, decay, depravity. Empty cars, buildings, and bodies floated in the suburban wasteland. Defiled,...

He found himself surrounded in darkness...like a cavern. Direction unknown, he started off blindly forward...his hands reaching for...

The Hypostasis of the Archons, a Gnostic text discovered in The Nag Hammadi Library in 1945, gives an alternative view of the happenings...

Floating....falling in space together with it, his face, centimeters away from its surface, he scanned the stone monolith...searching....

he looked toward the barn, there...he knew he'd be safe. the Sun, shining to his left, was a comfort as well. he knew, however, that he...

The Alchemist understands that the elimination of untrue movements of the mind are the Key to the development of the Philosopher's Stone....

The stork and the house cat...not a pair you would immediately consider as fast friends. I mean, after Cat vs. Dog, and Cat vs....

If the Universe is still expanding, and we are conscious enough to grasp and utilize our creativity in The Art, does it not make us...

His dream from earlier that morning was beginning to coalesce. Staring into the meditation pool, his concentration was broken. ...

They couldn't even hear it anymore...the usual beeps and buzzes of the hospital room din had long entered the back of their...

...her eyes opened to a blurry landscape...like recently smeared sidewalk chalk. Dark, indistinct forms danced in front of her, backlit,...

...and, for a time, all that was left were the spasms of bitter jealousy on his furrowed brow...on his dry and tasteless tongue...in his...

I could scarcely look at her....when she was in my sight, the world assumed a surreal quality as if in a dream, a sensation of walking...