“What’s happening to me?”
“Oh… You’re… You know… Or in the process of being.”
“And what am I to recognize?”
“That the warmth of ‘primary’ (or first, in the sense of ‘more rapidly identifiable’) feelings is inconspicuously being joined by the ugly connotations of fixation, along with the severe pain that usually accompanies physical distance.”
“What am I to do?”
“There’s not much you can do. We come and go. We know of our temporal limitations. We sometimes take them for granted. Other distressing times, not so much. These rank as the toughest pills to swallow.”
cosmic lithium :) 