Death’s daughters dance seductively a slow strip tease; their delusions draped in our desires and discontents. Without the diligence to be dissuaded,  I take delight in every turn and twist of their exigent dance. With my attention split between hesitation and fear, I fool myself to think my life is more, or less,  than some … Continue reading Ikkyu Reiterations: I, too, am Just Passing Through