I'm on my own journey. When I put it this way it feels extremely lonely. I think this is only a perception. Down underneath, I've known for a very long time that what I've been fleeing and why. Being and Nothiness by Satre formulates a language for me of the inner workings of my consciousness. It's still so far over my head: A part of a part. The Look. Read it for yourself. Basically one's ability to look on self, as one looks at another person. Bad Faith: heck yea. Lived nearly 34 years this way. Thankfully over the last nine, slowly very slowly I've had the courage to look at who I am piece by piece. I probably will still be unpacking some things for a very long time to come. On "my journey" has much positive aspects to it. I cannot imagine my life being lived much differently than in total honesty. I think this is an unusual but important observation. My commitment to what is true has always ...
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