Lest you find your company few.
To be forced to reduce the beauty and scope of discourse to the flights and fancies of traditionally entertaining devices is sometimes the cruelest form of sadomasochism encouraged by the feeling of loneliness. This desire to connect with others, challenging to disconnect with the very things that bring joy to the self. This can be frustrating and painful.
Painful to the parties suffering the onslaught of obscure words and concepts.
Also to the operator who's reality these terms and abstractions wish to convey...rather than escape.
Lament not, Dear Friend, for the empathy is perennial.
...and the internal remains as infinite as the cosm.
The words and sentiments of many Ghosts will find their ways into your receptive embrace, only if you release the compulsion to promulgate. Retain the Silence of the Sphynx and let Binah shine light on the maternal drives to provide rather than cast out.
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