There are ways in, journeys to the center of life, through time; through air, matter, dream and thought.
The ways are not always mapped or charted, but sometimes being lost, if there is such a thing, is the sweetest place to be.
And always, in this search, a person must find that she is already there, at the center of the world.
It may be a broken world, but it is glorious nonetheless.
Linda Hogan
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