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The Solitary Person
I’m Okay, I Promise
Some of us exist inside ourselves, and although we love those we love fiercely and without the reserve we save for the rest of the universe, we don’t always reach out to them in normal lines of communication because we are complete within ourselves.
It’s not that we don’t need anyone else to survive, though at times it would seem to be true, it’s just an internal contentment and comfort we take in our own company — something we’re unable to find or unwilling to look for amidst the noise and bustle of a world moving faster than we can move ourselves.
Probably it’s in these particular moments of supreme peace and stillness where the feeling of “out of placeness” is most experienced in this existence which has somehow been thrust upon us. It’s quite unfathomable at times to realize that God in His infinite wisdom and power would cast mercy aside and choose this to be the time period of my life, and yet how in the mortal world should I find a way to survive without a microwave and a cell phone?
He did show supreme mercy to me. He KNEW.
Even though I’m absolutely sure I could go to ground if it came to it after something of an apocalyptical nature and work the earth with my hands to yield my daily sustenance and do it all in virtual oneness and silence…
