I am completely out of people I enjoy hanging out with. The Druids (Bush worshipers) at work just repeat themselves endlessly, cackling on, presumably to reassure themselves. It reminds me of the Tinkerbell episode at the end of Peter Pan where everyone is believing "with all their might" to save Tinkerbell or bring her back or whatever.
If you stop and think about it for a minute, the truth does not have to be believed with all your might. It simply is, and remains what it is whether you believe it or not. It will be there when you get back. If you have to put any effort at all into believing something, it's probably not the truth.
The fear that motivates and defines most of my acquaintances is positively dreary.
Well, I know from my days as a spritchel bein' that I am where I am because I am who I am. More than one Eastern tradition holds that you are always exactly where you belong. If you don't like where you are, you have to become someone who belongs somewhere else.
Need to ruminate on that for a while.