The world, and
our country, are skirting the sewer’s rim at all times, slouching and dancing
around it blind, while a middle-aged woman in my office starts to grow an ego. A teenager, though
resisting, feels cared about for the first time. A man loses the ability to be
a serial killer. A young woman leaves her family and finds herself. A
suicidal man holds on, despite himself.
Does this mean
we can help the world only by seeing one person at a time in a closed door
room? There’ve been billions of lessons created in all our history, relegated
to the sky, all old and new racing in the winds forever, out of touch. They’ve
never made a transformation. It’s not lessons that help.
Looking at
everything, you’d think it was difficult to be moral and to be gracious to
oneself. The fact that we have a limited life doesn’t change people. The fact
that our life in the universe is simultaneously necessary and impossible doesn’t
change people. Just the touch of understanding and of care does. A
quiet room.
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Comments are welcome, but I'd suggest you first read "Feeling-centered therapy" and "Ocean and boat" for a basic introduction to my kind of theory and therapy.