My life has become this amazingly unexpected journey of people, places and events. I sit looking at it and only could feel gratitude. Yet in the mornings I wake up to the feeling of separation that keeps growing. I've always battled with the concept of connectedness and inter-connectedness and it just keeps growing. Seems the more I understand what connectedness is all about, the more I realise my distinct separation to everything around me. Perhaps this is the nature and order of things.
Someone told me that I wouldn't understand this until I could throw myself into the depths of my loneliness and isolation. That only there I would find the answer to this constant knowing of my separation. The idea is probably the single most frightening one I have yet encountered. Being alone, left behind, not part of, not included...yet it happens, irrespective of the opposite.
But like the song Cough Syrup says "if I could find a way to see this straight I'd run away to some fortune that I should have found by now". It feels like I should have found this fortune in knowledge by now.