To want to understand is an attempt to recapture something we have lost.
Grief is a gift, something you have to earn.
We think there are limits to the dimensions of fear. Until we encounter the unknown. Then we can all feel boundless amounts of terror.
Confronted with people who have power, and who enjoy using it, I turn into a different person, a baser and meaner one.
The body's pain is so paper-thin and insignificant compared to that of the mind.
I feel the same way about solitude as some people feel about the blessing of the church. It's the light of grace for me. I never close my door behind me without the awareness that I am carrying out an act of mercy toward myself.