#pg 116

There’s a low-level, specific pain in having to accept that putting up with you requires a certain generosity of spirit in your loved ones.

“Secrets are told continuously at the edge of perception. Nothing ever goes away.”

“He has a point, Kell,” Dockson said. He had found a small book somewhere, and had begun taking notes on the meeting.

We live in a society that stigmatizes mental health, in which just the term 'mental health' is taboo and unspoken, and yet it's something each and everyone of us has. If you don't see a doctor when you're suffering from physical health you're seen as crazy, while if you do see a doctor for poor mental health you're seen as, well, crazy. Mental health shouldn't be associated with negativity, horror movies, sickness and despair. It shouldn't be associated with weakness, fragility or feebleness. It should be associated with all of us, with our everyday, with our always. Taking charge of your mental health is okay. Talking about your mental health is okay. Talking about your ill mental health is okay. It's okay to reach out, to seek help, to need someone. Because the bottom line is that we all need help sometimes. Everything needs help to grow. Even the most beautiful flower in the most beautiful garden withers away without care, even the waves would vanish without the moon to guide them, even the moon needs the sun's light to shine in the night sky. Who are you to believe that you don't need the same support?

It has been a defect in the modern philosophies that they throw no light whatever on any scientific principles. Science should investigate particular species, and metaphysics should investigate the generic notions under which those specific principles should fall. 

Yeden paled. “You know about the Arguois caverns?”