87 TRANSPARENTLY* Light is the opposite of heavy and of darkness. I have always consciously loved the word and all it stood for -- yet more than half my hours are heavy and dark. Compared to my mind rocks are reasonable, clouds are clear. It makes me mad but that is how it is. How many times have I felt free? How many times spontaneous? It's fantastic what a slave a man can be who has nobody to oppress him except himself. And don't tell me there's any happiness in being compulsive or mindlesSo The most painful confrontation makes me happier but I still rush off in every direction at once and fall for every bait. ^Printed by permission of the author,