"Good Friends = Good Life"

Think about a time when a friendship brought a deep sense of freedom or love into your life. What made that relationship special, and how did it help you grow?

In this great scientific era of prolific secularism (in which, because there was some sense of a meaningful separation of spirit and matter in the major religion of the culture there seems to be some widespread sense, even within those religious in nature, to regard matter as simply matter…as purely finite… [arguably this the sole issue spirituality pervasively addresses when devotees turn towards it]) it’s easy, across time, to lose the sense that we turn to impersonal disciplines so as to serve/flesh out…our very personhoods…that our culture/society is here to see us through life effectively as individuals…and that everything that transpires really is about us as well as our enjoyment of life.

Friendship is one of those magical, inherently special areas of life that perverts all of our expectations, to the tune of our luck suddenly growing magnanimous on the spot and unexpected bliss becoming manifest. It reminds us, in its own way, overtly, that all of the labors are, ultimately, towards these ends…that these are literally the moments that we live for, in addition to why we do what we do, day in and out. Hilariously, friendship usually propels people forward, drastically, along the lines of an internal volition whose dominion is genuine…seemingly perverting the meritocracies of the day/some sort of anticipatory schism that frequently fails to anticipate what the mystics know…it liberates! It makes kings/royalty of all!