"...although to be honest, when all is said and done - it's tough to say whether [therapy] was helpful or not, since it seems as if in the failure to fit in - many of us assume that there must be something wrong in *us*, being unable to be relatable by others. So we search for things to fix inside, only to emerge back -- and discover that ultimately it made us even less relatable by others.
Until we meet what seems like our own people, a nameless web of associations that for the longest time might feel like home, but at some point it all comes down to comfort. And if one hurts - it hurts the others - the comfort's gone, a moment passes - with it disappear the others. And so - one always hurts alone.
Ultimately, perhaps the issue isn't us. Nor even our inability, or unwillingness, to repress all the uncomfortable and the hypocritical -- and instead of our unvocalized duty to project it all on easy scapegoats or risk becoming ones ourselves once again -- we boldly disobey and break this karmic cycle of abuse by pulling all the darkest depths up to the sunlit surface, exposing what we are - to us, and the Self - to all our selves.
Eyes see it all becoming O N E, and as it ~ s h i n e s ~ it reaches heaven, and the body vomits."