I wish that I could share with you the utter joy it brings me to spend three hours on a Saturday afternoon reading Emerson, or Melville, or Virginia Woolf... or discussing T.S. Eliot or James Baldwin with a dear friend until dawn... the fulfillment that I get from going to church, from reading theology, from reading science, from... praying. But I can't. Because I am me, and you are you, I can't relate to the total fulfillment that I get from these things. It's impossible.
It is not a handicap to have one thing, but not another. To be one way, and not another. We are different shapes and ways, and our happiness is unique. There are no rules of balance.
Let's just... respect each others' selves... I need to stop talking. "Princess Cyd"