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Sometimes, some part of me craves solitude. Othertimes, connection. Sometimes those sometimes don’t align in time. Holidays can be misaligned; expectations and disappointments in the same cauldron… A witch’s brew or warlock’s cocktail of awareness…
“Re-cover” is a word that impels us to chase it – more running, which is the root of our pain to begin with.
If we “stop” at the stage of excising toxic people from our lives, won’t we again be a hardened mixture that’s “stuck”?
Despite how desperately you wish to embody some ideal, you can’t. Logically, ideals cannot be fully embodied by ANYbody.
We are not mere thinking machines; we are feelers as well.
Humanity’s best science leads not to facts, but to deeper mysteries.