Guys, the boyfriend of one my best friends in Ohio died unexpectedly yesterday. Still don't know why, but basically if you have any good thoughts or higher powers you can send her (and my) way, that'd be good. :/
I'm sorry Mike. i dont know you as a religious man, but perhaps an excerpt from Experience (which Emerson wrote on the subject of his sons passing) could strike a chord. At the time he expected/feared that such a loss would leave him emotionally comatose, but two years later he penned, "Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and as we pass through them they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its focus... Thus does the universe wear our color, and every object fall successively into the subject itself. The subject exists, the subject enlarges; all things sooner or later fall into place. As I am, so I see; use what language we will, we can never say anything but what we are."
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I'm sorry Mike. i dont know you as a religious man, but perhaps an excerpt from Experience (which Emerson wrote on the subject of his sons passing) could strike a chord. At the time he expected/feared that such a loss would leave him emotionally comatose, but two years later he penned, "Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and as we pass through them they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its focus... Thus does the universe wear our color, and every object fall successively into the subject itself. The subject exists, the subject enlarges; all things sooner or later fall into place. As I am, so I see; use what language we will, we can never say anything but what we are."
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i'm so sorry :(
Oh, that's so awful. I'm sorry, Mike.
I'm so sorry, Mike. I love you. You have all my good thoughts and higher powers. And I'll send some to your friend too. Hang in there.
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