Truth

Eventually, pretentious people enter into your light of understanding, they will not succeed, you will discover the truth of them, and then slightly smile, in a sympathetic way at their simplicity, their innocence, their wanting to be taken on. How disappointing to be distanced from truth and from personal reality. Surely a recipe for depression itself. And today I was dwelling on the laughter and the tears of what was real, for someone close to me, and who dwells no more, but yet remains close to me in the truth of my heart. And I examine my duties as regards him, and how it could have been more, could have been better, and I thought that, reality has aspects perhaps not obvious, perhaps beyond the material and the spiritual.