Howling at the moon

There are lots of really good, kind, honest, talented people in this world (believe it or not).

Are we bound to them because of their goodness, even if they are not good for us?

Are we afraid of destroying the karmic balance of the universe? (we can't possibly have that kind of impact as individuals, only in collectivity)

Are we afraid of growing old alone? forgetting the loneliness of the wrong company?

...

a resounding wall of deafening silence, more waves. more matches. the moon is hidden from me, but she is still there... i can wander through the midnight brush, and i still have a canine voice with which to howl plaintively, to her ultimate inclemency.