they seem to be the only reality, and we have to find some alchemy, some magic, by which the life of the world shall be seen to be the unreal, and the life of the spirit the only reality.
                                                                                                                      annie besant


two chapters of the spiritual life were talks given here in chicago in 1893. 



that lover of the leash, oh good i forgot her name, her visage remains, an erasure on the end page. for some unreason i think her here, saying there's no need for profanity, no there's no need for your interference, you profane the spirit. the leash of the world, matter leashing spirit, the spirit slips! the collar of profanity! let go! let dog! go, dog, go!