I have been few days ago to talk to a nun, not to look for comfort, I wouldn't go to see a nun for comfort. I was one of my ways to find some path to recover my dog. She knew the kidnapper and she tried, in her way, to do something. She said though that it was wrong to love an animal more than a person. I tried to explain her that I am autistic and that I
have never been able to love a human, apart for some crushes and aborted relationships. She told me that animals are different, ruled by instinct and self interest (if you feed them etc.) I made some feeble attempt to explain that humans are ruled by instinct too. But this,
with a catholic nun is a futile effort. Some day I am a little lighter, but then, all of a sudden I am taken back in my void, pain, nostalgia for the sincerity and strength of the
little dog's love. Of the only communication with a living being that I experienced with her. This was _love_ much more than the one that exists in human couples. Perhaps because it's simpler and pure.
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
--Samuel Beckett