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Immediate dispatch from Somerset. Book in excellent unread/unused condition. Softcover. English. See images for condition.

About the book >.>.> The subjective T has become objective and in its wake peace has finally arrived. It was not always so. Born into fear. I became it. Unaware innocent frag-ile and new my tiny being absorbed the oddities of the place I would learn to call home. I could not have known my truth. I could not have known truth. Those who raised me were blind to their own. How then could I have possessed a self? This self whom I should have known. I did not. Being selfless detached from the essence of me resulted in a life I lived in my head. I had to. My world did not see me. Conditioned to believe that my identity was determined by the value others placed on me life was a maze of constant frustration. This self lay quiet fro-zen and still denied its breath. Beneath the burdens of my every day my self remained a stranger amidst the valleys so wide. This discon-nection within so vast so deep it is a miracle it did not swallow me up. It has taken decades to wash myself of these ghosts called guilt and shame. My childhood soiled by a haunting sense of unworthiness has led me down many straying paths. I have known the soothing voice of suicide and the aroma of death as a welcoming. Pain can splinter souls and leave carcasses as the only evidence that a soul existed at all. I have been a carcass much of my life although no one could have known that. I learned very early on to disown myself and to simultaneously smile on cue. The journey you are about to take you do so as my companion. I write as the observer now observing what has been through the jag-ged peephole of my self-awareness contentedly unconcerned with the judgments of those who choose to come along for the ride. It is uneasy to remember as well as to not be able to recall some of what has been. For these reasons I am thankful for the gentle shoulders of wisdom. (LL)