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Originally Posted by sidestepper
Under the heavy force field of depression my molecules separate until I am only an insubstantial hologram of what I once was. Those around me think I am still me but they only see the projection of the false me. The real self has been caught up by a black hole pulling me into an ever increasing gravity well that shall never release me.
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sidestepper, thank you for articulating so perfectly the unutterable,
the real truth of 'how it is'.
I have friends whom I have known 30-40 years.
I still cannot get them to understand that there are years when
'I'm not really here nowadays. I am totally eclipsed.'
Thanks again. Beautifully crafted.
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Traveling west back toward Eden (interestingly the wise men in the Gospel account of Jesus' birth came from the East), has been full of confrontation with
the trials and tribulations of living outside the Garden.
She is an artist without doubt disappointed that paradise was not as close in 1969 as she and so many others hoped it was. Her work is now filled with the reality of humanity's failure to achieve the prophetic dream of her song, but never without the hope that that day will yet come.