because the gods sometimes let us down, fail to hold the archetype for us; the container breaks, and our life is set adrift. even coming to shore again we are never the same, we now know that the mold can be broken, that we can break it or cannot stop it from breaking, and that there is in the end no "understanding" or insight which touches the loss. even 15 years on, there are moments when my heart constricts; they are fewer, and there are more things - people - person - who opens and heals and enlivens it - but those simply companion the ache, they do not remove it.
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