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...