I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need
“Naked and alone we came into exile,” wrote the American novelist Thomas Wolfe in his 1929 novel Look Homeward, Angel. “In her dark womb we did not know our mother’s face; from the prison of her flesh we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth … Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?”….
For some, friendship has become a vocabulary as obscure as Sanskrit…
“The more I threw away, the more I found.”