Wouldn’t it be nice if things just took care of themselves, did their jobs, worked as programmed? Wouldn’t it be nice if things just went as planned?
Devastating losses in the temporal world have led to corresponding psychological losses, so that a person experiences a state of nearly complete loss of ego identity and identification with the material world.
I am driving down Fourth Street, and my heart aches. It aches and pulls all the time since my husband died, but most of the time I keep ice on it.
