A loner's Ravings

Time. The great healer. How true. The pain of knowledge is now wearing away. Slowly easing. As she left the clinic he found himself bewildered by the deep mystery of knowledge. Historical knowledge to knowledge of the future. Maybe everything is same. SWOT. He thougt wryly. Planning for the unplannable.

Help.

Why did you think you would be welcome all the time ! You are a cipher. A nonentity. Do not intrude into their privacy. Solitude cannot be shared.

Sunrise elated her. What glory just to be alive.And so difficult to explain to those who are merely alive.

What happens when your nose dominates your day and your night and the rest of your life. Her reaction on that fateful day when the poor, helpless doctor reluctantly broke the news to her had been spontaneous. Almost a reflex. What happens to my son, my husband. They are my family. They need me. But now the monstrous, ruthless nose hid them. I am a nose. My life is a nose. As hard as I try to forget it, the phenomenal nose dances back to life. Mocking me, my family, my values, everything I cherish. Her life had changed, she realized dully. Changed irrevocably.

Life has become a twenty four hour grind, a loosing struggle with the mundane. She had never realized a nose could be so overpoweringly important. Every waking moment was dominated by the nose. In sleep it beame menacingly huge and heavy pulling her head down. Night after night she dreamt that she had become just a Nose.

I have completed my work as best as I could. That is far short of all that I wanted to do. Some things must remain unfulfilled. Forever. Among them will remain much of what I cherished. No regrets, though. Human is by default unfullfilled.