#70.21 - Alone Time
For as long as I can remember I have loved being alone. I have loved being able to read, to walk, to eat on my own. I have often wished I could share something beautiful or a burdensome thought I have had, but really, it is the independence, the pure virginity of the Virgo which is my original state. This is possibly how I have ended up in the strange paths and treks which I have ventured. And I know I am not really alone. Beside me always walks my god. My own personal deity, accompanying me. As I even write this, I feel that it no longer is a deity - the personified sacred as dissipated into the fabric of life, melted as it were, and now fills everything. I will never be alone - it is no longer possible. Everything radiates with a numinous beauty, everything is touched. I cannot see it but I can feel it and it is no less real than the things my senses behold. In other words, I am no longer making these things up. I knew they were there, I perceived them with my imagination, but it is ...