Instructions for living a life: Peas in a pod or what?
Peas in a pod: the same, yet distinct The larger world is fraught, very fraught, these days. I pay attention, yes, and I ground myself by standing firm on the foundation of my daily living, the roots of which run deep. . . In my early university days back in the late 1970s and early 1980s, I fancied myself a budding intellect. I loved sitting around with my friends talking, talking, talking with coffee or beer in hand — solving the problems of the day and debating the politics of the moment. The secondhand bookstore just down the block from the coffee shop we frequented held endless fascination for me, and I spent many a happy hour browsing the shelves and exploring the big world of ideas they held. I discovered the unusual art of Aubrey Beardsley , and somewhere along the way I found the poetry of Kahlil Gibran . Neither was being taught in any of my classes, but each captured my imagination, and opened my eyes and my mind to the world around and beyond me. Gibran’s poem “...