So here I sit, the center of the known universe, population 1. If I dig and claw and scrape through all of the mind stuff accumulated over the past 47 years, if I burrow deep deep deep into the “known” part of that equation, what I uncover at the very core of my universal being is: fear. Fear that I really am all alone. Fear that none of my existence matters. Fear that nobody is watching, that nobody cares, that…
People can really drive you crazy, can’t they? The jerk who won’t let you merge into traffic, the neighbor who lets his dog bark incessantly, the spouse who refuses to acknowledge or discuss marital problems, even the U.S. president whose policies and intentions scare…