We're all just devastated, in a state of shock. We were all in tears.

I'm of the mind that even people who have limitations, if they have a curiosity, they will find a way to explore it.

There is no joy in a life that is all information. There is no 'juice' to that kind of life. No sweetness, no color. Like trading a beautiful golden-ripe orange for a stalk of whithered broccoli.

Anger is brittle fire that consumes and breaks whatever it engulfs.

Where is the path to Grown-Up Land? How do I get there? Or will I just get old, not understanding that I'm no longer young?

Maybe it's easier to like someone else's life, and live vicariously through it, than take some responsiblity to change our lives into lives we might like.