The world is more magical, less predictable, more autonomous, less controllable, more varied, less simple, more infinite, less knowable, more wonderfully troubling than we could have imagined being able to tolerate when we were young.

How many of those who are insecure seek power over others as a compensation for inadequacy and wind up bringing consequences down upon their heads and those around them? How many hide out in their lives, resist the summons to show up, or live fugitive lives, jealous, projecting onto others, and then wonder why nothing ever really feels quite right. How many proffer compliance with the other, buying peace at the price of soul, and wind up with neither?

There is some debate in professional circles about whether the so-called “midlife crisis” exists.

Destiny commands... and imposes a sacred obligation to show up in the face of one's desire for a normal, casual life... there are other forces afoot of which consciousness has only the dimmest of understandings.

We best serve intimate relationship by becoming sufficiently developed in ourselves that we do not need to feed off others.

We are all meaning-seeking, meaning creating creatures and when we experience the loss of meaning, we suffer.

In the end, we are only tiny frightened animals, doing our best to survive amid other tiny frightened animals.