Summary: “I dreamed I had a child, and even in the dream I saw it was my life, and it was an idiot, and I ran away. But it always crept on to my lap again, clutched at my clothes. Until I thought, if I could kiss it, whatever in it is my own, perhaps I could sleep. And I bent to its broken face, and it was horrible….but I kissed it. I think one must finally take one’s life in one’s arms." Arthur Miller, After the Fall. You've gotta feel it to heal it. You've gotta fly the plane that's on the runway... It isn't about feeling good or better... it is about feeling everything.
