Understanding, and One's Own Home
I have always yearned to be understood!
I have drawn back from matrimony again and again because I thought: "Will he understand me? Will he see my real Ego? Or will he not?"
Only the other evening I was talking to the loveliest man, who has been misunderstood by his wife. It is frightful!
He is a sculptor. A cubist sculptor. But he looks quite respectable—really, some very good people receive him.
And he has the most wonderful eyes—sympathetic, you know, and psychic—but oh! so pure, too!
He dotes on purity. He told me that.
His wife does not understand him. She does not see his real Ego.
He said to me: "I can read you like an open book. You are yearning. You are yearning for real understanding. No one has ever understood you. Is that not so? Is that not your secret?"
Alas! It was. I could not deny it.
I said to him: "But is real understanding ever attainable?"
He sighed and said: "Alas! The Unattainable!"
I knew why he sighed—there is so much of it—the Unattainable!
"What one attains," I said, "is often so intangible—do you not find it so?"
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