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All this talk about ‘my space’ ‘my time’…
I laugh at man’s obsessive fear that sharing and companionship will substitute or replace his/her true nature. As if the self, a human being’s true essence, was so superficial that it would simply vanish by loving or spending time with another person.
I once knew a man and we lived under the same roof and we would see each other every day. Some time later he left. His self was intact!

-gsa