Evening walk after work.
This evening was mesmerisingly beautiful.
I was transfixed.
As I looked I wondered about the spaces between this world and others.
I wondered about what we call reality and where it begins and ends (which, of course, it doesn’t). And, of course, how do any of us know another’s reality. The ultimate isolation.
I thought about my discussions today about psychosis, or what we label as psychosis.
I looked at this scene and thought how very uncertain all these things are and our efforts to define lose something, shut some things out, other worlds perhaps. ‘We murder to dissect ‘.

I looked through my eyes.
For a moment I saw with yours.
Are you there just beneath the water there?
I can’t reach you from here.

Looking and starting to cry I feel that well drawing from somewhere deeply below.
It is that unfathomable well which I have come to know, and to accept, so well.
It mines down through my body, through the very soles of my feet, down through the soil, drilling through the eternal water table, through rock into the deep boiling magma of the earth and meets all the wells from across the world, and who knows, the universe, and on through time and space.
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