For me to touch them … they had to be touching me.
Most people never notice this one.
For my life to be focused and centered in reality … and in reality is the key word phrase here … I had to be real. So it follows if I am to be real:
If I can come in contact with them … and conversely … they with me … I have to consider that I might not be destroyed by the contact with them.
My conundrum was that I was afraid … I was hiding … hiding deep inside my own skin, far below the surface of my metaphorical pond … the one that I hide in the depths of, while appearing to be somebody at the surface … but if I wanted to have the life I said I always wanted to have … I had to at least come to the surface and be present and accountable for a period of time.
Being Real Counts Anywhere It Happens
… But When It Happens Where The Skin Meets The Air...
Now That Is Profound
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