This tide of my love cannot find a receptacle in little
human beings. I want to love where this mighty river of my love can go, the
ocean of love; this rushing tremendous river of my love cannot enter into little
pools, it wants the infinite ocean.

Vol 1 Vivekananda
Story of VILVAMANGALA

Goodbye Drogas.
Goodbye Alcohol.

-- the discussion of the bottle to order, the big, sexy glasses, the delicious aromas, the dark red or pale yellow of the wine as it's decanted and sipped. At the grocery store I sometimes walk down the wine aisle and admire the pretty labels, the great names of the wineries, and sigh a little. It looks good to me -- it just doesn't feel so great.

I will miss those beautiful reds, and Italian spirits and all the lovely herbal tonic wines
But I am now entering the temperance mode of my life.