...oh, yeah, silver day, the way the air is water...

[myng_rabbyt]

...a sun will rise over my City; butterflies in glass cages; and the secret that is sleeplessness: these are my necklaces this morning, or the pearls piercing my ears. I'm not telling, either way, but that's the point of the secret: to keep it

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[myng_rabbyt]

You misunderstand; I recognize that they aren't separate in an absolute way. But the spiritual side of life doesn't usually require the payment of the electric bill or tuition; a job with which to support one's self and family; or the stress of career, daily life in America, or the normal demands of Academia.

I agree with what you say about fulfillment. It seems that you are suggesting that fulfillment equals peace; I don't agree with that aspect of it. I don't think that peace necessarily follows fulfillment. There are so many aspects of life that demand fulfillment that one must pick and choose where one applies one's energies.

Who said I was shunning the world? And to which world do you refer? I love the organic, natural world; it does not distress nor stake claims like the human world does. The human world - perhaps "society" is a better term - does these things. Society generates stress. Society generates confusion. Society makes demands, sometimes unrealistic demands. People generate stress, confusion, demands. So sometimes I shun society; I don't think there's anything inherently wrong with solitude. Solitude is healing; solitude is clarifying.

But a need for solitude does not equate rejection. And a desire to be free of demands, of needful things, of unrealistic expectations and endeavors that drain the soul of its resources seems more sane than anything, and not necessarily a rejection of the world.