in all these years, I have never shed a tear for her. Instead, I write about her. Bringing her back to life, over and over. Trying to understand her. Or perhaps to punish her, or just to remember, to feel, to accept, to forgive, to love
My biggest obstacle is I don't know who I am. I grope blindly. If anyone loves me as I am I may dare at last to look at myself. /I can't find the right words. /It's a world of liberated feelings. 人是一个庞大的生物一种不可思议的思想一个人包含着所有从最高到最低一切同时并存真实并不只是我们迟钝的感官所感受到的而是彼此内外之间真实连结的涌动只有恐惧和自以为是才会相信局限思想或情感并不存在任何限制焦虑才会设限/A sense of reality is a matter of talent. Most people lack that talent and maybe it's just as well./ Transcendence to unlimited reality