A certain disconnectedness seems to follow me through this world. I’ve sought to quell it with alcohol, drugs, pornography, and myriad other distractions, but still it rages on, soft and dull, just below the surface of everything, and it has always been there. I know of only One antidote, that River within, of which everything else is merely a counterfeit.

By Ben Wolf

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