Life and death, grief and loss.

I was exhausted when I got home yesterday. And it wasn't only the dehydration, hunger and tummy-aching from excessive laughter which usually hits me in a convulsive manner after spending hours together with the Oddballs. No! This peculiarity was mixed with anguish.

It made me wander about restlessly in my house, eat way too many vegetables and non-sleep through the first half of the night. Then it hit me.

My twin soul must have died yesterday.

I have

no

other

explanation.

I have never believed in such what-may-seem-like-bogus before but I find myself to be in a very sensitive and susceptible state right now. Somewhere in the world, something terrible happened and Pedro or Polly or Carmen left, not only the world but, at the very same moment, her unknown and sensitive Swedish twin soul. It is sad.

That's why I'm going to thoroughly read the two copies of The Watchtower magazine that Lolita so conveniently gave me for christmas, turn into a Witness and, thanks to new conviction, no longer suffer from the sudden loss of my twin soul.

Conclusion: The world is a wondrous place filled with useable solutions for everyone.