She is always confessing to some terrible thing, like being an addict of some sort, a drug addict, a sex addict, a food addict, a chocaholic, an alcoholic, a kleptoholic, a paramaniac obsessive or whatever.

Choosing among kitchensful of freeze-dried foods for convenience, toxicity and, above all, nutritional value.

Painters, when they work on white grounds, place before them colours mixed with blue and green, to recreate their eyes, white wearying […] the sight more than any.

Its great that you have killed your own concept of the Mahantaness. It often takes such an act to release the power within , not very unlike the compromiseless movement happening,touching this incredible substance of existence. Strange paradox, isnt it ;)