Because if l didn't respond we were still having a conversation. I was still in it.
— True. Ketut knows.
— I am so sick of people telling me I need a man.
— You don't need a man, Liz. You need a champion.
— He make you pretty, find you husband, you work hard for him.
— That's exactly opposite of why l'm here.
— Everybody need husband.
— Where should we go?
— To the best restaurant in town.
— Of course.
— My place.
— Subtle.
You know, if you could clear out all that space in your mind that you're using to obsess over this guy and your failed marriage, you'd have a vacuum with a doorway. And you know what the universe would do with that doorway? Rush in. God would rush in. Fill you with more love than you ever dreamed of. Man. Groceries. I think you have the capacity someday to love the whole world.
I've come to believe in something I call "The Physics of the Quest." A force in nature governed by laws as real as the laws of gravity. The rule of Quest Physics goes something like this: If you're brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting which can be anything from your house to bitter, old resentments and set out on a truth-seeking journey either externally or internally and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher and if you are prepared, most of all to face and forgive some very difficult realities about yourself then the truth will not be withheld from you. Felipe? I can't help but believe it, given my experience.
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