Hey, I told you to read Illusions recently. And you can see that also in my poem titled "Illusions" from last week. It definitely was named so in part due to that book.
And yes, you should read it. That book also helped me feel better a decade ago. And after I've reread it last week, so many great tidbits there, to remember, to live.
Yes, sorry, Guy, I didn't spell that out accurately. I saw your poem title, I started re-reading the book, and I meant to give credit where it is due. I'm sorry you feel happiness is so elusive, and it feels useless to wish you happiness after you've explained the constant companion (Churchill and Chesterton called it a Black Dog). We all wish you well. Words just don't seem to work sometimes.
p.s. The Reluctant Messiah - it's a familiar message - one I cannot seem to internalize. It's not a far remove from Anthony DeMello's "Awareness."
Striving is the best we can wish for, Carol. And we can at least do that <3