Every instant of every minute is composed of microseconds of what we might regard as meaningless chaos. Life resembles a series of disparate occurrences mysteriously and finely woven over the backdrop of Infinity. Woman and man learn to administrate the currents of appearance to construct a meaning that might soften the depth of the abyss that always lies within.
We grow with the conviction that we need something to become what we wish, to do what we like, or simply to be happy. We hardly tolerate the intensity of the void that insinuates itself in bottomless aloneness. We know without knowing that we are but a drop in the chaos of the Infinite… and we negate it.
Everyone goes through a stage of passionate search outside. In this phase we do not distinguish physical needs from emotional ones, or those of the soul. We want to be “together” with something safe, something greater, or someone with whom we may share it all. In women, the emotional resonance of this is almost obsessive. In men, the needs are slightly different, but equally compelling.