That Bird Has My Wings: The Autobiography of an Innocent Man on Death Row

by Jarvis Jay Masters

I walked out, uncertain whether I’d been bought or sold.

cloudlike nature of thoughts, which seem so solid that they block what’s really happening.

seeing things with detachment, from my center, not wishing for stuff I want to happen and not pushing away the stuff I don’t want to happen.

equanimity.

Such a great word