The human goal: To make meaning in and of an absurd universe.
Are we wanted? Will we be loved despite age or be replaced? Others in the class may sleep or look at one another skeptically, but I understand. Fairy tales, so basic in good contrasted against evil, address those base troubles which haunt and taunt us through every step of life.
Women may feel alone, but their feelings are not singular or irrational.
Your face, peaceful as a child laying down to rest. Why do you remind me of a child in this moment? Why does it move me so?
Because you place yourself before me with entire vulnerability, and you know this, and at the exact same time, you cannot conceal your joy.
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