This seems to be a common theme.Originally Posted by INTJMom
"I sit inside my skull and look out as a frightened man from a moated castle. Me in here and the world outside. I am an entity, complete. Never do I lose sight of where I stop and the world begins. With sleepless vigilance I patrol th edges of selfhood, warn visitors away. It is my wholeness that destroys me. I long for partness in a greater whole.
Knowing how to live is oneness with the world. I die of the hunger of oneness. I never find it. I read about it, and the words are ghosts." Allen Wheelis, The Listener