The quest and struggle to become a whole person, fully realized and independent, sometimes seems just beyond my reach. To stand alone proudly, without longing for something external to make you whole, this is the goal. But the world swirls with such demands, distractions, accusations, as to make such a goal a daunting task. And then there are the ghosts that appear right behind your eyes, ready to pull you even closer into an abyss. We have to chase those ghosts many miles to prove their transparency, the ephemeral nature of their being, chase them until they disappear as a fog burns off with the full coming of day and light.
"When I am alone like this evening it often strikes me what an infinitely small proportion my outer life, my life that is known to the world by conversations, letters, etc., bears to my inner life, the life I live with myself; hardly the spray that is thrown off the ocean by the wind."
Harry Kessler, September 18, 1888.
