VII

H E A R T   P T 2 .

How, then, do I let another into my darkest dark? If my heart is kept where no man can go, what about the one I wish to go there. What about the one who needs to see, and know, and feel, and hear, all that my heart is saying, yearning, yearning to say. When there is pain, where do I direct his healing hand? What tools do I advise him to use?

Nothing. There is nothing. Nothing but kindness. Nothing but patience. Nothing but sound endurance and overarching tenderness. Nothing but sweet words and silent whispers. Nothing concrete, nothing absolute, nothing remedial or sanitizing. Nothing one can give full trust to, or put full hope in. There is only some hope. Only as much trust as you can muster.