I am infinitely sad at our human condition: we always ache in some sort of discomfort in this life. Even when we have everything figured out for a while on some level. Like just accepting the present moment whatever it is, the biggest gift on earth for us. But hubby was telling me about his intimate secrets. The plumber thought I could pay him by giving him a blow job. Rosie has not heard from her son in months. My parents dont know me and live in their bubble but we love each other and speak everyday. Life, human life, is pâinfully sad all the time deep down. Truly, only Love can save us. And make us feel good. Love and compassion and wisdom.