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human nature, genetic inadequacies and hormonal imbalances wreak havoc.



Wednesday, September 28, 2011

The journey...

cold
alone
quiet
lost
tears

Some people were meant to make the journey alone. 
I came to understand that I am one of those people.


8 comments:

thormoo said...

I think ultimately we all make it alone...

Spockgirl said...

T:
Ah... hmm... I didn't mean "that" journey... I meant "this" one right now, until I get to "that" one. Just something I've been struggling with lately, akin to your "internal weirdness" and "weepy" bits that you wrote about, and for which I was unable to come up with the words to comment.

DaveO said...

I am failing to see how you are alone.

What, then, is the mind but a companion?

And the heart?

And the senses?

How can you be alone so long as you possess senses?

Spockgirl said...

D:
That is the way I used to think.

DaveO said...

But you still think, which means your mind is capability of being your adversary.

Therefore, when you have an adversary, you have a companion.

Spockgirl said...

D:
The mind as one's adversarial companion. Sounds delightful.

I've spent too much time inside my head already and find it woefully lacking.

DaveO said...

Have you considered doing a brainial makeover? Add some Proust, Star Wars, and NASCAR?

Spockgirl said...

D:
A lobotomy or death?