We can do amazing, beautiful things. We can do horrific, unimaginable things. We usually save the best and worst for each other.
"Every normal person, in fact, is only normal on the average. His ego approximates to that of the psychotic in some part or other and to a greater or lesser extent." - S. Freud
Yesterday I was at the lakefront, the wind was whipping across the water at a furious velocity, the waves were crashing into the shore with a wild, madness, there was an endless parade of white frothy waves pounding the shore. There was a roar, an overwhelming roar coming from the lake.
And on the shore a woman, in her middle years, was shouting back at the wind. She was either hopping mad, literally, she was hopping with fury, or she was exuberant, thrilled, over-joyed with some secret win. It was impossible to tell if it was fury or joy. Words tumbled from her lips in a torrent. It was impossible to understand what she was saying. She roared, brayed, shouted, jumped up and down, little, ridiculous, jumps, like a little pop-up doll.
She was so preoccupied, in her little world, she didn't notice me walk past. I just thought, "There's a human being..."
