[b]Diane Ackerman
How do you retain a spirit of affection and humor in a crazed, homicidal, unpredictable society?[/b]
My guess: You don’t.
As fleeting emotions stalk it, a face can leak fear or the guilt of a forming lie.
Here, of course, we’re just scratching the surface.
There is a furnace in our cells, and when we breathe we pass the world through our bodies, brew it lightly, and turn it loose again, gently altered for having known us.
Though not yet confirmed by science.
So often loneliness comes from being out of touch with parts of oneself. We go searching for those parts in other people, but there’s a difference between feeling separate from others and separate from oneself.
The only antidote that has ever [and always] worked for me is in being my own best friend.
It began in mystery and it will end in mystery, but what a rare and beautiful country lies in between.
Right, like this is actually applicable to all of us.
Every day our life was full of thoughts of the horrible present, and even our own death.
Right, like this is actually applicable to all of us.