The Incredible Strangeness of being

Loneliness in the very beginning is like purgatory where every passing moment cuts like a rusty knife….the funny thing is when one spends enough time marinating in loneliness. One grows into this state in the way a branch emerges from a trunk of a tree. Given more time. One simply merges into the many layers of loneliness. Or maybe loneliness is absorbed into the glob of the self. I haven’t figured it out…maybe it’s not important to even know……the important take away is it feels right at home now.