Why are some people inaccessible?
Why are we made to feel smaller than some, or larger than others, when really we are all small and large in much the same ways? We are all human, we are all souls, so by which standards are our evaluations of each other credible? Why are we allowed to scorn each other, to mock, to humiliate, to have preferences?
But- what would we be to each other without these things?
Why are some people inaccessible?
Why do you feel, in the literal shadow of such people, as you stand behind them, that you are in no way as real as they are? That you take up no more physical or spiritual space than the tiny eyelet on their shoe through which the lace is woven, or the slit in fabric through which a plastic button is pushed? Why do you feel enclosed in a glass box when you are around these lovely people, hearing and seeing but unable to be heard and seen? Why is your reality less credible than theirs?
Why are some people inaccessible?
Why could you not ask them for the gift of touch, for them to hold your hand for a moment or for two moments, to reassure you that you are alive, that you embolden the air of the earth just as they do? Why is it so shocking, repulsive to ask for these most crucial of necessities- validity, recognition, friendship, affection? Why are we all alone when we could be giving each other what we deeply need, clean and pure and whole? Why are these questions wrong and full of shame?
Why are people so inaccessible?
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These questions ar enot wrong and full of shame. They are appropriate in a world that is wrong and full of shame... a fallen world and at times we all feel as you do because we live in a world that is crippled and it's effects last even to us.
In regards to what my last entry was about...nothing more magnanimous than I rebelled and fled an engagement for the first time in a very long time...and it felt oh so good. If only I had been on my bike, I might have made it to Switzerland....but then I'd have not been able to listen to my iPod.
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