Yes. Please. A little more. A speck more in the line of practical advice. “Very well. The trick is this: keep your eye on the ball. Even when you can’t see the ball.” You’re kidding, thought Ellen Cherry Charles.

“We make it up. We made it up. We shall make it up. We have been making it up. I make it up. You make it up. He, she, it makes it up.” Okay, I’m an artist, I can accept that. In theory. But how do I apply it to my daily life? “You’ll have to figure . . .”

though I don’t believe he more than covered the bottom of his bucket outta my loose pump.

The loony legacy of money was that the arithmetic by which things were measured

She could have kicked the moon.

“Pious dogma, if allowed to flourish, will always drive magic away.”

(when one considered how often that currency served as the paper representation of a big rigid ego, and how that heaven, on the other hand, was the loose state of egolessness, one saw what Jesus was driving at),

Religion was an attempt to pin down the Divine. The Divine was eternally in flux, forever moving, shifting shape.

Of course, as long as there were willing followers, there would be exploitive leaders. And there would be willing followers until humanity reached that philosophical plateau where it recognized that its great mission in life had nothing to do with any struggle between classes, races, nations, or ideologies, but was, rather, a personal quest to enla