It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Friday, September 17, 2004
This is a Sufi dervish. One hand stretches to Allah, the other grounds him to the earth. They spin until they achieve cosmic unity with God and nature. It's quite something.
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