I have not been posting lately because I am temporarily in overload. I cannot bear to hear, see, even taste or smell humankind's stupidity, especially the stupidity we practise towards the sentience by which we are surrounded. The inexplicable cruelty that we perpetrate, or allow to be perpetrated, towards our fellow beings of whatever size, shape or form infuses my every waking moment. I am numbed or, more truthfully, wish that I could be, knowing that it is not possible. Once you have seen: once you have heard: once you have felt: there is no going back.

Gautama Siddartha said, "When you first start on the path, pain is like having a hair in the palm of your hand. Further along, it's like a hair in your mouth. And, when you are nearing the end, it's like having that hair in your eye."

Going to the very heart of sadness is the journey;
not the goal.

Bless you, Gwen Wilson!