"A man must not swallow more beliefs than he can digest." - Havelock Ellis
"Loyalty to a petrified opinion never yet broke a chain or freed a human soul." - Mark Twain
"Beliefs are what divide people. Doubt unites them." - Peter Ustinov
But this is also the truth
"By believing passionately in something that does not yet exist, we create it." - Nikos Kazantzakis
On How It All Changes
It happens just so. Sudden hard right turn staggers the world as it was and I mutter down the new path, wonder what's up, why is the old, old? I can't put my heart back where it was even to save my entire life.
Some years ago my poetry took on a mythic flavor and I became a character in my own poems, a mage, "the man of the Northern Wall". This apellation is not completely fictional. My middle name is Noordwal, a Dutch term for north wall, though in current Dutch it mainly means north bank as in riverbank. I was told that an ancestor, a Portugese Jew escaping the Inquisition, settled in a small Dutch town and took this name from where he settled, near the north wall of the town. I have thought for a long time that -wal meant wall, think my mother told me that. A linguist might say that my usage is no longer common, is an older usage, but then the Inquisition happened in Portugal a few centuries ago, right around the time the Moors lost control of the Iberian Peninsula and the Jews lost the modest protection given them by Islam. Now I write as this mage, my poetry persona.