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I have been meeting with people who have more reason to feel lonely than I. But their loneliness seems to be the loneliness of the body and sometimes of the mind. It is hard to explain the loneliness of the spirit. Because the spirit is beyond verification. It is even more difficult to understand why the spirit should feel lonely. I mean, it is not confined. It is totally free. But the spirit detached from the One is lonely. Who is that One? I am not speaking about the one in matrix. Although Matrix does come rather close to illustrating some profound truths.

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reginag said…
I know what you mean here. You are so thoughtful.

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