There has been a misunderstanding. I thought the object was to be better, thinner, faster and richer. I see now I was confused. The object is to hold my seat so that I can know and be who I truly am.
We all know what straightforward loss is: you lose someone or something and you know it because they or it are gone. Losing hurts. Even losing minor things can be hard, like the silver, wide-banded ring with the big rectangular block of brown glass I […]