Good Grief 113

'...it seems you can almost catch a glimpse of the true meaning of the Universe'
I've spoken a few times here about 'anger' and can't be bothered to reference/link them just now but this is exactly the kind of thing that really kindles something for me. It was posted/liked by a friend and so came on my newsfeed - intruding salt in that well worn and never healing wound.
I really should give Fuckbook a miss.
In a marginally more detached mode I am fascinated by how feelings of being excluded, not part of, of cast out, of social and cultural exclusion from the universe, are subtlely and subliminally woven into the fabric of our every day lives and those who feel 'outwith' become the Frankenstein's roaming angrily, crying and pouring over their wounds, silently and unseen through the land.

I know there are other ways of being and of accepting, and can achieve these sometimes, but it will always be fluid, it comes and goes in deep universal waves. Perhaps this is where this feeling fits that  feeling of being part of the universe. Perhaps that is where the childless give birth. They give birth to absence and loss. They are the black holes of the universe which perhaps allow presence and birth to exist.  Perhaps we are the dark matter (hey, I've always fancied being Darth Vader).
So here I will honour this feeling, here at least, because it is true and will not be silent and unspoken.

And now for blipquest ....