Sublime

The Diary of Anaïs Nin—five

To be alive, she says, is to stand under a waterfall. “You leave the sleeping shore deliberately; you shed your dusty clothes, pick your barefoot way over the high, slippery rocks, hold your breath, choose your footing, and step into the waterfall. The hard water pelts your skull, bangs in bits on your shoulders and arms. The strong water dashes do

Either I am imprisoned by my ordinary sense of “I,” which prevents any contact with my real self, or I have a nostalgia for the “divine” that I feel at the root of my being, which shows me what I must serve. My