How can those men sleep at night, the ones who go and abandon children? Their hearts should be back in time for tea but instead the children’s plates are empty. They never see the fun of games and thus they never know their children. What then is left for them to dream? [...]
A question I ask myself to often. But I'm never satisfied with whatever conclusions I reach because I never understand and I never will. Instead I have resorted to reading about what happens is such people's brains, and how they do such things we could never dream of doing. It doesn't give me a satisfactory answer but it make me feel powerful.
A question I ask myself to often. But I'm never satisfied with whatever conclusions I reach because I never understand and I never will. Instead I have resorted to reading about what happens is such people's brains, and how they do such things we could never dream of doing. It doesn't give me a satisfactory answer but it make me feel powerful.
Or, even better, doing our own shadow work so that we see others shadows easier!