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[31 Aug 2003|05:50pm] |
"perhaps the greatest claim one can therefore make for suffering is that it opens up possibilities for intelligent, imaginative enquiry-possibilities which may quite easily be, and most often are, overlooked or refused.
although it has now become cloudy, the early part of the day was glittering with sun and a freshness of the air i have not known since last winter in la...
it was cold, and i mean like wintery cold...i could have easily been adorned with one of my many scarfs, which i didn't bring with me.
i walked, and quite a way, to jim morrison's grave all the way across town...ha, like the eiffel tower experience, i didn't anticipate the walk to be THAT long.
but it was nice, people sitting around admiring his humble site, amidst the beasts that could serve well for a small catholic mass.
sunday in europe...life stops in europe, even in the larger cities...it's lovely.
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