I’m reading it.If you haven’t heard of it, it’s about a woman who spent the year after a nasty divorce traveling the world: she spent four months in Italy, to explore pleasure; four months in India, to explore devotion; and four months in Bali to explore the balance between the two.

It’s an interesting setup that pays off – you get to vicariously experience decadent Neopolitan pizza and “meditation caves” at an Ashram within 50 pages of each other. I read a passage last night that really struck me, and I wanted to share – the author, Elizabeth Gilbert, is sharing something that a friend of hers once said. The friend is a neuroscientist and a student of Yoga.

“Just as there exists in writing a literal truth and a poetic truth, there also exists in a human being a literal anatomy and a poetic anatomy. One, you can see; one, you cannot. One is made of bones and teeth and flesh; the other is made of energy and memory and faith. But they are both equally true.”

I like that.

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