“The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word.”
I don’t know why I should be so hideously gloomy, but I have that miserable “nobody-loves-me” feeling.
An entire sea of water can’t sink a ship unless it gets inside the ship. Similarly, the negativity of the world can’t put you down unless you allow it to get inside you.
why the other is hell
“ Sartre has made a wonderful statement: ”The other is hell.” But he didn’t explain why the other is the “other.” The other is the “other” because I am “I.” And as long as I am “I,” the world around is the “other,” separate and apart. And as long as there is separateness there can be no experience of love.
Love is the experience of oneness. “