Who Will Love...
…me? There is a place, a depth, a core, so base that it has no need of cognizant thought or reasoning. A place of core existence that knows and is, as it is. This place has a need and life of its own, albeit the center and source of the whole of our being and existence. There are layers upon layers to our make-up, along with that which we add and is added to us. Life becomes more of an unlearning process than a learning process in the venture to get to and connect with who we really are. True identity is innate. But it's human nature to clutter the understanding of that identity with the topical layers. Things with which we have emotional attachment and bond make it a little less than easy to unlearn, peel back, surrender the external to get to the internal. And if or when we have tapped into the core of who we are, there is yet a surrender, a call to die, to give yet all again, from that place, and from that which is within that place, that essence of our being. One such article t...