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The Character Truest To Itself Becomes Eccentric Rather Than Immovably Centered, As Emerson Defined The Noble Character Of The Hero. At The Edge, The Certainty Of Borders Gives Way. We Are More Subject To Invasions, Less Able To Mobilize Defenses, Less Sure Of Who We Really Are, Even As We May Be Perceived By Others As A Person Of Character. The Dislocation Of Self From Center To Indefinite Edge Merges Us More With The World, So That We Can Feel Blest By Everything.

'mediocre' Tends To Mean 'undistinguished', While Snobs Enjoy Their Distinguishing Hallmarks Of Style - How They Wear Clothes, Use Words, Where They Go And Gather And Gossip. ...whatever The Circumstances The Genius Has Put You Into, The Fact Of Individuality Defends The Soul Against All Class-action Claims. No Soul Is Mediocre, Whatever Your Personal Taste For Conventionality, Whatever Your Personal Record Of Middling Achievements.

If There Were A God Of New York, It Would Be The Greek's Hermes, The Roman's Mercury. He Embodies New York Qualities: The Quick Exchange, The Fastness Of Language And Style, Craftiness, The Mixing Of People And Crossing Of Borders, Imagination.

We Dull Our Lives By The Way We Conceive Them.

Too Often In The West We Fail To Realize That Even In Eastern Disciplines The Spiritual Life Is Not Meant As An Escape From The Worldly Life. There Is Karma To Be Fulfilled On Earth, Within The Dharma Of Necessity.