at 20, i carried a round a copy of his 'perennial philosophy' for a year, full of underlinings, scribbled sidenote springboard revelations. it was the first book on philosophy that made intuitive sense to me.
between him, hesse and ronald laing, guardian angels holding my hand as i dangled, unglued in the abyss. ~"When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate." Karl Jung~
