One is taught by experience to put a premium on those few people who can appreciate you for what you are.
During the act of writing I have told myself something that I didn't know I knew.
What did a few ripples in the flesh matter when, all too soon, now or later, that flesh would be making its return journey to dust?
Life is a disease.
Something's your vocation if it keeps making more of you.
The best antidote I have found is to yearn for something. As long as you yearn, you can't congeal: There is a forward motion to yearning.