🕊We do not know our own souls, let
alone the souls of others.
Human beings do not go hand in hand
the whole stretch of the way.
There is a virgin forest in each;
a snowfield where even the print of
birds' feet is unknown. Here we go
alone, and like it better so.
Always to have sympathy, always to
be accompanied, always to be
understood would be intolerable.
- Virginia Woolf -
