January 5, 2007
If a friend of mine gave a feast, and did not invite me to it, I should not mind a bit.
But, if a friend of mine had a sorrow and refused to allow me to share it, I should feel it most bitterly.
If he shut the doors of the house of mourning against me, I would move back again and again and beg to be admitted so that I might share in what I was entitled to share.
If he thought me unworthy, unfit to weep with him, I should feel it as the most poignant humiliation…
– Adapted from Oscar Wilde’s De Profundis Part IV –
Personal Note: Last night I didn’t get to sleep at all. There were a thousand and one things on my mind. Amongst them, I was worried about a good friend who has started to build a wall around him. I supposed the better I know him, the less there is to say… or maybe, there’s less that needs to be said……
Painting: “Obscure Reflections” by Carrie Graber