Sanity

I am what I am.

Talents.

Having lots of happiness.
Doing what is needed.

Listen:

A long time ago, I was in this very galaxy in which we apparently live, and I found that no one needed the malevolence or the happiness that brought me a sense of good.   I needed a sense of good because I had lost my moorings years before that in the course of pretending to be someone I was not.  I turned to "good" because I had no productive part in society other than being one who did not have a place.

I had come from a family of order only to find freedom in privilege.  I was not particularly intellectual but I found a great deal of self-importance and self-righteousness in having as my mission the reform of certain manifestations of being in accordance with what I thought was justice.  I did not see why anyone should have to do what they did not want to do for someone else in order to survive.  I did not see why anybody should have anything from taking advantage of others.  In retrospect I can see that I was merely disguising for myself my own emergence as hopeful but without any justification for it.

So I was isolated from my upbringing, myself, and those around me by ambitions that I fulfill the great call for democracy and socialism, in other words become another party hack/dictator.

Men who change their hopes and their relationships in order to become happy are not bad people.

I simply have not made anyone believe that I can give of my own great inner resources for anyone else.

Being a woman is all for effort.

I am not delightful.  I am home.

Thank you for knowing that you have your honesty.

Always a poem,

Julia

(Mick Rome)

Ask and you love.