I didn’t use to understand all that wringing and ripping their clothes some folks do in the bible, but I think I do now. Life is so precariously close to the edge and falling off is so cumbersome. When it happens, it seems calamity lights up the marquee and I’m flashing all over. It’s a real energy stealer. I’ve got this great big life to live, and it seems I only have a small portion of it contained. Okay, I’m working on it, but in the meantime when something else falls on it, that’s when I get to ripping and tearing. The wanting to share life with another is still there…and if I would accept what I’m offered…I can have a facsimile of a human being one percent of the time. And be totally unsatisfied 100 % of the time to do it or go without. Some choice. Might as well jump off the cliff or wait to be pushed.