That time of year...

"It was the Yuletide, that men call Christmas, though they know in their hearts it is older than Bethlehem and Babylon, older than Memphis and Mankind."
— H.P. Lovecraft, 'The Festival'

Beyond My Fingertips

I think maybe for a lot of people, the Universe ends at their fingertips.
...But that's so unknowingly selfish, so sadly lost.

They're hurt so they hurt others, they're damaged so they damage, no wonder it seems, for them, the whole world is against them. Obviously all this pain is coming from the outside...but there is *no outside* when the Universe ends at your fingertips.

Those people garner my deepest sympathy and pity...but they terrify me. I want to heal them all...but I'm world-weary of the damage they inflict.

Maybe it's time to go live in a tiny house in the woods...or an island...

Who's coming with? ^_^