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One cannot always tell what it is that keeps us shut in, confines us, seems to bury us, but still one feels certain barriers, certain gates, certain walls. Is all this imagination, fantasy? I do not think so. And then one asks: My God! Is it for long, is it forever, is it for eternity? Do you know what frees one from this captivity? It is very deep, serious affection. Being friends, being brothers, love, that is what opens the prison by supreme power, by some magic force.
Over the years, I have done many things that have resulted in people being angry with me about my choices or how they felt they were treated.
Is it any wonder that we sometimes forget that nothing we do can make anyone else “see” what we “see?”
Recently, I traveled to Mexico and had plane connections through the airport in Cancun. There were complications, resulting in long walks and repeat trips to the same wrong terminal for the connecting flight.
I wonder why someone who did not take the time to learn even a reasonable amount of the native language would expect anything else?

