Inferior Fe

It is very difficult to .. focus, with a warm body next to me. But I must.

I was thinking of writing Alexander Hayne an email about his posts— that they are vague, but as I am finding- most apparently, at present- also, somehow, helpful. He is closer in age to me than any of the other self-made entrepeneurs—

Yes, I am shutting Alex out. This is what this post is really about.
The kitten peed on the bed, again. Kitten, or Gray-Berry, I  believe is undergoing an internalized territorial despute over the bed’s quarters, now that this is the first night, of three that we’ve had her, that Juniper, the newest addition, is officially sharing a bed with us.

Us- being Alex, me, Kitten- although technically a month less kitten than Juniper, I still affectionately keep this moniker for her- and Juniper, the Siamese.

Emotions, The destructive kind: I’m tempted to say what I should do with them, but that’s not really what I want to say.

I cannot tell if my reservations about becoming a resident at Upaya Zen Center, or another similar intentional community, are unfounded or not. Is there a way I can generalize, conceptualize, weigh the comparative benefits of living in a singular, monogamous relationship, versus a larger network of diverse personalities, talents, and marining-- you know, like a Mariner?-- my own internal conflicts with ‘fitting in’ with others?

Is it enough for me to live these questions alone?

Is the mark of a good marriage, truly, as one of the great thinkers of the 20th century, Carl Jung is quoted as saying, the freedom to be unfaithful?

Arroyo Salado. Dry Salad.

Dry Salad: Learning to Live the Questions. As an INTP, as answering them is only within the realm of ENTJ, my shadow personality, my journey is to, a la Rainer Maria Rilke, learn to live and love them, in hopes that on some distant road ahead—

The Kitten is finally crying.