But somewhere within each of us, buried at varying depths depending on the age and degree of neglect or abuse, shame or coercion we endured, there is a resistant, daydreaming, rebellious, creative, unique child -- a true self who is waiting.
At my age, in this still hierarchical time, people often ask me if I’m passing the torch. I explain that I’m keeping my torch, thank you very much-and I’m using it to light the torches of others.
How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.
