You wrote: Someone to listen while I try to remember how to breathe. Lord that's beautiful, it makes me all warm in the anima, but what does it mean? This from Robinson Jeffers' 'Credo' -
I humbler have found in my blood
bred west of Caucasus a harder mysticism.
I'm a hard mystic, Lange. I don't know squat about the true underlying existence of reality. Give me coffee stains on teeth, salty tears when listening to Karen Carpenter, the always illicit rush of mounting stairs behind a woman's fanny.
Someone to listen while I try to remember how to breathe. Flesh and bone it out, Lange. Give it two days and respond; that time'll save you from reacting, which is what most of the population does.