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Some people were meant to make the journey alone.
I came to understand that I am one of those people.
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Please note that I am not the only "Spockgirl" out in cyberspace.
At some point during the day...
I may feel or look like this, but without the beer.
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I think ultimately we all make it alone...
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.
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?
D:
That is the way I used to think.
But you still think, which means your mind is capability of being your adversary.
Therefore, when you have an adversary, you have a companion.
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.
Have you considered doing a brainial makeover? Add some Proust, Star Wars, and NASCAR?
D:
A lobotomy or death?
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