In a certain sense, we are always waiting for the great moment of gathering or belonging and it always evades us. We are haunted with a deep sense of absence. There is something missing from our lives. We always expect it to be filled by a definite person, object, or project. We are desperate to fill this emptiness, but the soul tells us, if we lis

Instead of feeling full and pushing herself away, she repeatedly experienced difficulty filling and then lost the source of nourishment without feeling full.

The visible is only a placeholder for real desire.

We suffer, often unknowingly, from wanting to be in two places at once, from wanting to experience more than one person can.