The Art of Dying
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The Art of Dying

The Living Painting

What Everything Proves is Ultimate Truth

Early one afternoon late August (or early September) 1968, on my way to my room, I walked past the hospital café and when I looked to my left, I saw the world as a painting.

No, seriously: I saw that the world and everyone in it was just a painting, wherein: if you looked up you saw God and Good and Heaven and all those wholesome things…



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Ulf Wolf

Raised by trolls in northern Sweden, now settled on the California coast a stone’s throw south of the Oregon border. Here I meditate and write.