July 24 2015
And a recycled backpack.
Mother Earth drove sixteen hours to see me tonight. We are going to spend some time hiking and poking around to see if my leg will heal. I can’t walk ten feet to the bathroom. I am on the verge of crawling for functionality.
Is it selfish to love another?
It seems selfish to assume that you know a stranger and that they exist as a separate entity. The justification for this way of being seems to be rooted in the existence of senses and of the body, there are separate bodies; therefore we must have an other. But these senses are shared via the inter-connectedness of experiences. Love is only selfish if the bodies are not enacted due to a conflict of wills or a lack of reception to connection. It might be a question of distance and that is why it is so sad to be left.