carolabirch
I have no ego; I am only ID; my superego warns me all the time about what I should do an whether I want t o do it. and the cild in me rebels.
Who meeds an ego? Unless one is male and insecure and can hide behind it in place of personality?
What is your policy? How bureaucratic do you think you can be? Oh, It isn't your policy to be that way? So change> No you couldn't possibly do that. It isn't in your policy to change
I am made up a of a whole; if I live in a community, I contribute to its wholeness; I am however incomplete and so am not who;e without new experience. I am part of the whole world but I am not the world. So i am whole and I am half.I like being incomplete; I do not want that wholeness that means satisfied. Or even wholesomeness?
You wave your wand and I am transformed. So, fairy godmother you shall send me to the ball, but through and artifice, a deceit. Is that right? Should you recommend that a woman presents herself so? Is that not an insult to the sisterhood?
What is it to have wondered?
It is to have been a child poking ants in the sand;
lovers gazing at the stars in the sky;
mothers'-to-be- stroking their swollen bellies.
The last call; my final word. Is that all you have to say? Is there no more? What about one last try? A full stop to all we had? It's you who calls time, I want it to be indefinite.Please don't be so final.
don't tie me down to just one word; I want to expound, explain and spread my verbal wings; just to be specific is to be too entrammelled, held fast , too scientific. I can be flouncy, frilly and frothy.
only the lowest common denominator; all I ever need; the bottom of the pile; the economy version; plain wrapped.what is at the the heart of man?