I was doing some Kum Nye exercises and it hit me why I like her so much: we have nearly identical personalities. She is highly analytical, very observant, and conversant with feelings, but not ones that emanate from her. She reads those of those around her, while keeping her own mind and self under tight control. There is a something that she never releases, that is like a windup clock that never winds down. Her writing output–and she has said she really can’t not write–is the hour and minute hands winding their way around the clockface.
What the hell am I doing here? The same thing. I am wound up. Yes, I think I am capable of good ideas and trenchant analysis, but the whole thing, I see now, is like a screen, behind which something much larger can be experienced.
You will know I am making serious progress when my posts diminish to one or two a week.