Everywhere there are illusions that are willing to hide our real selves in a state of simple comfort. They move you around, but they get you nowhere.
Physical intimacy is one. It makes me feel good and forget about my problems, but problems are still there. You know it too. I know you do. Being physical with a significant other is just so hard to do, though. It’s hard to get it where you want it to be. It’s almost never in the right place. How could anybody expect me to rely on something so fleeting?
There is more. So much more than that.