The son of man has nowhere to lay his head. And so it is with ‘us’. It is a curse and a blessing. A blessing, in that we understand the misplacement. We will never be at home in this world. A curse in that we are forever searching for a home. We are always longing for somewhere else, fighting to conceal and explain ourselves. There are so many other things to fight for; this one no longer needs my fists and attitude of self righteousness/pity. It is better to look at it as a gift, for myself and others. My life is fascinating, in this reality and the next. And so, all is well, my head is afloat and I am an alien!
H.A. 7/ 2009
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