When the end is near, a monk who had really been a monk all his life ends up asking if he had not been deluded the whole time, and if what he believed was all made up.
I can't find your email address, but wonder if you have any information about the photo that appears at the "Main Street Parade" web page of your _Butler Pennsylvania Poems_. I ask because I believe that I likely am the pictured child, ca 1946. Benton Arnovitz, BMArnovitz@gmail.com LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/benton-arnovitz-ab6273138/
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I can't find your email address, but wonder if you have any information about the photo that appears at the "Main Street Parade" web page of your _Butler Pennsylvania Poems_. I ask because I believe that I likely am the pictured child, ca 1946.
Benton Arnovitz, BMArnovitz@gmail.com
LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/benton-arnovitz-ab6273138/
That's when the abbot calls the psychologist.
St.John of the Cross called it the Dark Night of the Soul.
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