Everything I say, I say to make my case, all I do is for my own gain, everything I see, I see through my will to receive pleasure.
What if I would realize that I don’t have a case, that there is no personal gain, and that real pleasure is not inside myself? Would it be heaven, or would it be hell?
“…All that pre-corona physical connection with people, do you miss it?”
“Yes. I mean, the animal in me does, the human doesn’t.”
“What do you mean by ‘human’?”
“That tiny, extremely small part within me that is looking for a less physical, more thought- and heart-based connection.”
“Did you ever feel it to the bone, that you’re dependent on others to the degree that you can’t move an inch, or even think a thought, cause there is nothing in you to do or think, but everything you feel is from within the connection with them?”
“No, did you?”
Mr. B has a family, a house, a dog, and a job. And time. And a hobby actually. But he doesn’t have time for the hobby. Is he happy? Well, he works most of the time, but occasionally while washing the dishes or feeding his kids or Buster, he feels a sting of joy, meaning he’s happy to help.