Hey Lurid! I have rarely felt any animosity for any of you, minus Ierne.
I have often enjoyed the exchanges with many of you (even when they are heated) because you fine folks can really push me to express my thoughts and feelings ever more clearly and consicely (which assists in driving my own understanding of myself). This is what I love most about this place: it has a large group of very intelligent people, and we are all doing our best to mis/communicate who we are, how we feel, and what we are. That is, we are all exchanging, expressing, reforming, and constructing identities. Moreover, I often find that reading the threads and responses that people give (to my posts and to the posts of others) create novel ways to look at the same old problems, or better, suggest new problems with the same old solutions.
In short, I love this place, and I really love most of the people here (if I did not enjoy being here, in the sense that I feel that Litherland has much to offer, then I would not bother). I think we are very fortunate to have the opportunity to interact through this board, and thank god/dess(es) for it and for Tom and cheers to him for keeping ths place going, and cheers to most of you for your continued participation!
But honestly, I am not willing, nor have I the patience to put up with every poster's crap (as I am sure some of you feel about my crap). I guess we all have growing to do, and I suspect that none of us is fully illuminated; however, it is important to at least recognize this (the growing part): if we can't see our own shadows, then we can't hope to deal with the shadows in the world; that is, we sometimes need to have the courage to point the finger at ourselves instead of always pointing it to something "out there."
Revolution begins within.
Anyway, Lurid, thanks for the above post. I really desire that we can start afresh in the sense that we strive for love for one and other even when understanding is mirky, words are heated, and the mud slinging begins.
Besides, without a little mud thrown around now and then, the soap-opera of Barbelith would likely die out, and then where would we be? We'd have to go back to watching TV--a vastly inferiour form of entertainment!
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