There’s a sort of sanity that focuses on the wrong things.
I’m now focusing on the science that in order to build spaceships one must study fish, rather than on the notion that my intellectual addictions also stem from a deep loneliness—from my failure to connect with you outside of briefly. I’m digging new holes to avoid the old ones. LOL I’m digging new holes inside of the old ones.
I’m now bringing this literal conflagration unbearably close and focusing on hot wax dripping on the web of my dominant hand, rather than on how I bring it close to alleviate the more unbearable pain of such far-seeing in darkness. I’m focusing on how the human eye works. I’m focusing on how the human body works.
I’m realizing there is a great sanity that even greater sanity chooses to ignore. I’m talking to keep my mouth shut. *sigh* I’m talking to keep my mouth shut.