Often the technique that is used is hatred. A person uses this dangerous weapon against the thing that is causing them pain. It’s dangerous. Hate is a weapon that strikes at anything. It has no way of knowing what the target is and what is not. Use that weapon in your own heart, and you will cut up the heart.
It is true that some people seem to recover from love quite easily. I think the secret is they weren't truly in love. Perhaps they just thought they were. We are constantly pressured into thinking that love is the most important thing in life. I won't say its true. I won't say it isn't true. I will say that because of this, a large game has been created in the fields of love, and it's dangerous and cruel.
I was driving down the road the other day and I saw death through a window. In the darkness there was a light. It allowed me to see inside the large open window of the ambulance as it drove silently along the freeway. We coasted together, going the same speed, while I watched the wires and the buttons and the movement that was fighting against death. The silence was unsettling.
Sunday some of my thoughts bent and twisted. Some of my opinions changed. It isn’t a big event. These things happen all the time every day. I doubt I will even remember the subtle shift in a year. I am reminded of the scene from Alice. She drinks the bottle and shrinks leaving the key on the table. She eats something and grows. Shrinks. Grows. shrinks. Now she’s been so many different sizes, she can’t tell who she is anymore.
The sun is shinning today and I am feeling peaceful.
Now it is lunch time. I want soup.
