Self-analysis

"The brittleness of glass does not consist in fact that it is at any given moment actually being shivered. It may be brittle without ever being shivered."

I read this in my philosophy book and it struck me. I had to write it down. And send it to two friends to whom i write letters on occassion. It's a dying art.

I know a lot of people out there have stories about rough times when they were kids. I feel for those who have been abused. I used to tell myself all the time, "At least my parents don't beat me." However, I've come to see more subtle forms of scarring as potentially just as bad.