A person who has not completely lost the memory of paradise, even though it is a faint one, will suffer endlessly. He will feel the call of the essential world, will hear the voice that comes from so far away that one cannot find out where it comes from, a voice that cannot guide him.
EUGENE IONESCO, Present Past / Past Present
Remnants of An Army — Elizabeth Butler
I began to write this tumblr Log a year ago on vacation. Although I’ve not written daily, I’ve written regularly and it has been fun. As an AA acquaintance puts it, “Life is filled with the inevitability of gradualness.” Looking back over the archive I have written quite a lot. I’m not sure of the value but I have had fun and hope to continue. JWS