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Art
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Brain Injury
- Feb 12, 2015 FIGHTERS, YOU ARE NOT ARTISTS Feb 12, 2015
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- Feb 5, 2015 BRIAN WILLIAMS: MEMORIES, LIES & VIDEOTAPE Feb 5, 2015
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Love
- Oct 11, 2016 DONALD TRUMP, MY TEACHER Oct 11, 2016
- Feb 21, 2016 THE LOST SIXTH STAGE OF GRIEF: JOY Feb 21, 2016
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Mind
- Feb 21, 2016 THE LOST SIXTH STAGE OF GRIEF: JOY Feb 21, 2016
- Oct 5, 2015 A SOCIETAL SICKNESS Oct 5, 2015
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- Feb 5, 2015 BRIAN WILLIAMS: MEMORIES, LIES & VIDEOTAPE Feb 5, 2015
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Society
- Nov 22, 2016 NO GUTS, END OF STORY? Nov 22, 2016
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- Oct 5, 2015 A SOCIETAL SICKNESS Oct 5, 2015
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Spirituality
- Feb 21, 2016 THE LOST SIXTH STAGE OF GRIEF: JOY Feb 21, 2016
- Sep 28, 2015 THE SPIRIT WORD Sep 28, 2015
- Feb 13, 2015 LOVE IS… Feb 13, 2015
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Success
- Oct 11, 2016 DONALD TRUMP, MY TEACHER Oct 11, 2016
- Oct 5, 2015 A SOCIETAL SICKNESS Oct 5, 2015
- Feb 10, 2015 TO MELLOW A MOCKINGBIRD Feb 10, 2015
- Feb 1, 2015 THE ART OF SUPERNESS Feb 1, 2015
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Writing
- Oct 24, 2015 DON'T WRITE LIKE ME! Oct 24, 2015
- Feb 13, 2015 LOVE IS… Feb 13, 2015
- Feb 10, 2015 TO MELLOW A MOCKINGBIRD Feb 10, 2015
- Feb 1, 2015 THE ART OF SUPERNESS Feb 1, 2015
On the occasion of Valentine's Day, I thought I'd share one of the most popular chapters from my book, Passage to Nirvana. It's a short chapter; doesn't take more than a minute to read. It's almost more of a prose poem. The chapter is about both the word “love” and the reality of this critical part of human nature. It is titled simply, “Love.”
Love
Wellspring
Of all things.
What is love? as a word, love has been corrupted by overuse; you can love just about anything, from your car to a vacation at Disney World. The word love has almost become a worthless commodity, so banal as to have nearly lost its profound meaning. And yet, and yet…. What about true love? Real, absolute, unconditional love? The concept of love? A feeling so pure it transcends rational thought? The love that permeates all things at every moment, like a whispered background hum, if only we could open our senses to it? An energy so powerful it causes grown men and women to fall on their knees and shed tears of joy when they experience it? Is there any better word in the English language than just plain “love”? Love is more than compassion, more than intimacy, more than affection or adoration or kindness or a thousand other words that come close, but don’t quite hit the bull’s-eye. Love is love, plain and simple; there is nothing deeper, more profound, more basic and elemental than love.