The Interrupted Process

As a child I suspected that there was more to life than I could conceive. I would lie on my back on a hill top or a grassy bank and stare at the sky.Night, day, it did not matter. I looked. I pondered. I felt connection but also disconnected.No one seemed to be able to help.I grew away from wonderment and turned to habit. At some point my life took some horrible turns. Some were choices I made, some were not. Over time I made more and more painful, hurtful choices - for hurt people hurt peo...