of emotional impurity?
You guys still believe in pure love? Unfettered by reality?
Or has the world moved onto a new phase of post-unconditional-fairy-tale-loving?
Seems to me that people are too inconsistent, too changeable, too depressed. Invisible weights press upon their minds most of the time: worry.
Hate to sound dime store, but that Dyer book Your Erroneous Zones resonates for many years after. Not even dime store I found the book in a garage sale for a quarter. It’s worth a peek.
And so where was I?