Sunday, February 3, 2019

A Puddle Of Protoplasm and the Religious Right

Just how desperate for affection do you have to be  before you beg? Why do we live in a world so short on love when everyone is born with a boundless supply? Somehow, I always thought that lonely had a limit. 

When I was a kid I always heard of "bottomless wells." That was a thing in rural Alabama. I remember asking Aunt Noot and Uncle Murray, "Is that a bottomless well?," wherever we went. It was a concept, like ghosts and haunted houses, that made for a kid's nightmares.

Here's to the lonely.

1 comment:

  1. I've always found that happiness has limits - you can only be sooo happy before you burst. But depression seems bottomless.