Has been on my mind so often lately - this past year, truly, a ripping or moulding or breaking open into this vast otherness.
I just now did a search online to see what "the otherness of love" would produce, and surprisingly, got very few relevant hits.
Does this mean that I am supposed to write about it? Perhaps. It seems to keep coming up.
For now it's just good to know that it is a focus, a marker, not on the journey but THE journey.
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