I heard them shouting through the muffling canvas of the bag, and then I was being impersonally hauled to my feet by my wrists, my arms wrenched up behind my back, my shoulders screaming.
Feet, why do I need them if I have wings to fly?
More bodies were roughly shoved in beside me.
They are ill discoverers that think there is no land, when they can see nothing but sea.
Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia.
In an industrial society which confuses work and productivity, the necessity of producing has always been an enemy of the desire to create.
The lesson which life repeats and constantly enforces is 'look under foot.' You are always nearer the divine and the true sources of your power than you think.