at least i'm talkng to myself. instead of giving myself the cold shoulder

The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew.

quoting reminds me there are other people in the world besides only me. And other thoughts besides mine, and other ways of thinking.

Starlight and comet tails burned the tips of endless grass below into hammered silver. Like thousands of tapers in the chapel, just blown out but still glowing. If one could drown in the grass...it might be the best way to die.

You confuse not speaking with not listening.

And it's a cold place the world, especially when warmed by arsen.

Maybe that's what growing up means, in the end - you go far enough in the direction of - somewhere - and you realise that you've neutered the capacity of the term home to mean anything. [...] We don't get an endless number of orbits away from the place where meaning first arises, that treasure-house of first experiences. What we learn, instead, is that our adventures secure us in our isolation. Experience revokes our licence to return to simpler times. Sooner or later, there's no place remotely like home.