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Why is it so much harder to lose than to gain? Why does what we don’t possess plague us so much, while all we have is so abundant? Is it a kind of Darwinian determinism? Determined to hunger for what we imagine? Gratification devolves into disappointment in an instant. Like food fed into a grinder, Pulp recycled into new hungers. If I could lose my hunger, Maybe I could lose my loss? ©dbyrne jan 2014

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Date: 1/15/2014 11:02:00 PM
Wow. You write very deeply. I enjoyed reading it.
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