Sunday, January 24 2010, 3:08 a.m.

A short conversation this evening with a stranger (of unknown character or pedigree) gave form to an intuition I’ve had for awhile. That is that the peril of people who live altruistic lives is to lose all appreciation for the opera in everyday life, eyes focused on the horizon for an ever-more malnourished soul.They forget how to cry over spilled milk, and eventually the milk just stops caring.

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