Thursday 26 March 2015

Breaching the Last Bastion.

Somebody said to me a few months ago:

‘I want to live in my own head. Everything else is illusion.’

My reply is hopelessly belated:

‘For God’s sake don’t, not unless you can be sure that only those expressly invited can get in there with you. Bulls in china shops have nothing on the gatecrasher who invades your head, deliberately or otherwise. The damage can be mind-numbing, the sense of violation chillingly real. Your head is your castle keep. Once that’s breached, there’s no further retreat. If you can’t get rid of the invader – and doing so isn’t as easy as it sounds – you’re in trouble.’

Today’s other three posts never got written.

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