“Sometimes we might have the feeling that there’s a better place, a home so to speak, that we’ve lost touch with. Maybe a better state, a better way to be. And if we could just hold our head on the right wavelength, we could find our way back there. The longing for that place, that’s what I’m asking about. You’ve felt this, I’m thinking, haven’t you?”
Bobby just sat there. Yes, he thought. I feel that longing a lot, especially of late. In the fall it would become almost unbearable. He felt as if he was on the verge of seeing his true home, that it was just around the next bend. But soon the troubles of the world would come rushing back in, he would be lost again in forgetfulness.
“Yes, I feel that longing. It’s very strong sometimes. But it doesn’t seem to lead anywhere. It’s like sentimentality, it can be strong and even hurt, but what does it mean? Not much, as far as I can tell. It’s like a tease.” He suddenly felt cynical. Longing had other connotations, like the longing for a family, for true love, for security. And yet these things seemed to be dependent on circumstance more than anything. It all seemed to amount to just more pain.
OD’s smile began to reappear; he was looking at Bobby’s face.
“It can lead us somewhere, just not where the body or society might want. That longing can give us a direction. It can show us the way within.”