I can write about this stuff, but I can’t seem to make it a working part of my daily living except in very minute… How do I want to say this 🤔 It’s as if I am who I am. 1st of all the knowledge of these things comes and goes. Unless I’m writing about it/them, it’s as if they doesn’t exist at all. I mean it’s not like unconsciously carrying all this knowledge around and applying it. At least it doesn’t feel that way. I feel likeBernadette in the movie “The Song of Bernadette” 1941? Where she says “The Spring is not for me”.

Just as one cannot under ordinary, circumstances as we understand them to be, can a thing occupy two places at once, nor two things occupy the same place at once, you cannot perform an act from two different positions without getting two different effects -however subtle.

In our present state (and of mind) it is nearly impossible for us to truly understand one another. Chemistry, Soulmates…. are perhaps the closest we can come -but how rare is that? In addition to the state, the plane we live on, the frame of mind of conventional life for example here in America does not lend any help to this plight.

Next thing you know they’ll be charging us to include commercials on the television. They already are if you think about it. Who do you think pays for those ads