talking to a friend yesterday (93) and he almost couldn’t say the word ‘depression’ when talking about what many of his same-age friends go through. that is a problem. let’s start with calling it ‘spiritual darkness’. and look for and forward to the light. as i write this, two very deformed men are pushed into the cafe in wheelchairs. heads wobbling crazily, smiling. gosh, i feel like such a beginner.