Alone

In this ocean of Mystery, we identify from inside our skins as singular, alone. And in one sense we are. And yet, we consciously know that we are also part of All That Is. A tautology: all-that-is is part of All-That-Is. Nevertheless, who has not at sometime experineced a sense of loneliness so deep it becomes akin to despair? Who has not felt desperately set apart? Remember the term "arrogant loneliness" from the Brenden Knelley poem "Begin"? I think that when we put ourselves either too high or too low-- and we do-- we are practicing arrogant loneliness. It is a place of learning, perhaps, but in the steady exchange between mind-knowing and body-knowing, it is not a worthy place to dwell.

We all struggle in this hard realm. I don't know about the before and after realm, perhaps the spirit realm. Forrest Church said "We were eternal before we became interesting." Well, we're all interesting right now, all embodied, and it's sort of soft but sort of hard, too, for everyone.  In this we surely are not alone.