How do we come to know our selves, how do we come to understand our bodies, and how have we come tobethe"us"thatweare"?
I wanted to fit that all in the question, and it begs of more details. This is a question, I am asking now, but it was not my question, it was from someone else, and although, I often think I need to use my own words to ask, certain ones', this one is really deep, in me, as well, they just had the words, I longed to find. Sometimes, I find my hope, in another's words, b/c this one question, just about asked it best. The problem for me, is that the "real" answer lies with-in me, but also needs someone, others', at times, to just try and offer their view of it. Not enabling, but if I dare to ask, what is your own experience, with this one? What do you do, when the "inhumane" becomes seen as "human" and the injustice takes precedent, in real life? When anger and ignorance seem to come and attack you, when you need the most empathy? Some of this gets cast off on "lack of understanding" or on "justifying anger". Any advice, is helpful.