I Like Expanding And Exploding My Own Mind
I was so fortunate to come of age in the sixties. Born with a voracious appetite for knowledge into a strict Catholic family, I had to learn how to control and conceal the explosions of discovery I experienced through drugs and literature. And a particulately insightful teacher.
Already aware and dubious of cultural conformities, at age 12 I was writing poetry and stories, reading books my older brother had in his library: Sartre, Camus, Salinger, Copernicus, Uris, Dostoevsky, Turgenev.
Finally, in the Catholic school I was in, one nun with a mission to enlighten us (to the church's detriment!) Held a class in comparitive religion.
Boom! What I suspected was confirmed. So many paths to the same spiritual core.
And along came Tim. Boom!
What has followed is a long and fruitful wallow in the joys of theology, philosophy, and astronomy.
Already aware and dubious of cultural conformities, at age 12 I was writing poetry and stories, reading books my older brother had in his library: Sartre, Camus, Salinger, Copernicus, Uris, Dostoevsky, Turgenev.
Finally, in the Catholic school I was in, one nun with a mission to enlighten us (to the church's detriment!) Held a class in comparitive religion.
Boom! What I suspected was confirmed. So many paths to the same spiritual core.
And along came Tim. Boom!
What has followed is a long and fruitful wallow in the joys of theology, philosophy, and astronomy.
By:
angsty
Age:
56-60
