We may not have much else to speak of, but we have one another. That’s right, Honey, we have one another and anything apart from that is grossly immaterial. Wouldn’t you agree? Our love does not put food on the table or pay the electric bill or power the vehicles sitting out in our attached garage, yet assume those three financial constants are taken care of for a minute and where does that leave you? Happy? Satisfied? Sanguine? I highly doubt it. The human experience extends far beyond merely taking care of existential necessities and depends instead upon looking after and tending to one’s soul. Yes, that’s right, nurturing the human soul every bit as much as you attend to your flesh-and-blood corporality is the passkey to happiness and the license to ultimately leading a happy, fulfilling life. And why shouldn’t that be the case? The psychic you is infinitely more interesting and intriguing than the physical you three hundred and sixty five days of the year—three hundred and sixty six days on Leap Years. So honor this fact! Exalt over it! Venerate it! Worship it! Tend to your emotional needs just as much as you tend to your physical needs and I guarantee rapture of every magnitude will once more seep back into your life. I Promise!!! And if you don’t believe me, just ask Howard Hughes or, rather, the ghost of the colossally enigmatic Howard Hughes if you can somehow connect with that apparition during a seance.
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