Out on a Limb [antikvár]

Cfiapti er I "The dreams of ancient and modern man are written in the safne language as the myths whose authors lived in the dawn of history .1 believe that symbolic language is the one foreign language that each of us must learn. Its understanding brings us in touch with one of the most significant sources of wisdom. . Indeed, both dreams and myths are important communications from ourselves to ourselves." —Erich Fromm The Forgotten Language ® The sand was cold and soft as I jogged along the beach. The tide came in steadily and by sundown it would reach the pilings that supported the houses along Malibu Road, I loved to jog just before the sun set because watching the magenta clouds above the surf helped divert my attention from how much my legs hurt. Some health instructor had once told me that jogging three miles in soft sand was the same as jogging six miles on a hard surface. And I wanted to stay healthy no matter how painftil it was. When I wasn't dancing, running kept me in shape. But what was the story I had heard the day before— about the two brothers? One was a health nut who jogged along the boulevard five miles early every morning of his life regardless of how he felt. The other never