Reflections: I, Me, Mine

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Ownership is a contingent, illusory thing. Some of the stuff you "own" will outlast you; you will outlast some of the stuff you own. At any time, circumstance, the law, or a person stronger or more powerful than you can take from you that which you own. In the end, we all inevitably learn that death owns our temporal self, and that God owns the part that doesn't die. So what do you "own?" You perhaps own the anxiety that is generated by your fear of losing that over which your control is so very tenuous.
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Reflections: The Way of the World

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It is quite often the case that people try to love the person that they need you to be. The person that you actually are is left isolated and alone, before, during, and after such people fail to find their desired love object in you.
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