The World Is Not A Confessional

I am as much a mystery to myself as many other people are to me.

I find myself fascinated by things that might surprise you if you knew, but then you might surprise me too. We will probably never know these things, because I cannot imagine sharing them.

The world is not a confessional. In fact it is quite the opposite. It is a dangerous place for anyone who walks a slightly different path. There are those who cannot bear to have anyone around who is different. I'm not sure why. I suppose it might go back to primal things, like odd creatures being a liability to the herd or something.

I'm not that primal. I am complicated and have so many layers that I would never condemn another for theirs. In fact, I am probably guilty of wanting them to have some, so I don't feel so alone.

The only thing I know for certain is that within this mystery is a whole lot of loving too and that is what draws me closer to the flame. The light and the heat are finally beyond ignoring.