Criticism and how people react to it.

Just some more thoughts that are stuck in my head.

Just a day in the life of a meditator.

The human spirit is fragile, some people connot handle harsh criticism, the moral to the story is choose your words wisely, not all people think like you.

Just some more thoughts I have, just some things I feel about.

A scenario for handling criticism.

Short, simple, and open for interpretation…
(constructive criticism encouraged)

Lewis distinguishes between egoistic/morbid castle-building and normal castle-building. I believe that this difference plays out in art.

This poem was written at the time the author was supervising bank employees.

A poem about our maddening zeitgeist, and the impossibility of turning back the clock to a simpler time.