We have spilled much ink, you and I, in our discussion of human connection. And we are no closer to understanding than we were when the correspondence began. . . It seems to me on my side of the canyon, the search for unity with another is the font of much of the world’s unhappiness. . . I conduct myself as though I am above matters of the heart, chiefly because I have seen them corrode people I respect, but in my candid moments I sometimes wonder if I take this stance I do because love, for lack of a better word, is a game I failed to understand, and so I opt not to play. After all, if I truly had the purity of all my convictions, I wouldn’t regret so many of the things I have done. . . So the conversation, futile though it may finally be, continues, and we are left to wonder - have we simply failed to find the answers to the questions that preoccupy us or can they not be answered at all. Fortunately, for both of us, the world always presents the next diversion. . .
Posted on: Sat, 01 Feb 2014 06:35:39 +0000
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