“What society had done to me – made me completely powerless – it has also done to you. And just the way it had made me feel like a single lonely nutcase, it made you feel like you were the only one. I most sincerely believe that the real reason for the success of this blog, its global community, its vibrant discussions and the amazing outpouring of kindness towards me is in the following simple fact: I inadvertently made it possible for many thousands of people to realize they they were not alone, not crazy, not wrong but that quite literally “we are everywhere”!”
I just discovered this magnificent, writer who feels like a Submarine in a Desert brother I never met.
I find his words to reflect my inexpressible experience, in an organized way I can’t achieve. I have too much grief dust, sheer discomfort, and I enter dream states all day long. How do you escape the cruelty and your own rage, which sometimes starts to create cruelty? What is the prayer of words, what is the idea? Is it time to let go of all these truth battles, when it only makes people leave you?