Too broken to belong

But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here

– Radiohead (Creep)


And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

– Jeff Buckley lyrics (arr Tom Hodge)




    1. There are more of us than meets the eye at first gasp. We’re spread out over continents and time, but we are necessary, essential, to the fabric and to the very existence of humanity. If we weirdos can just manage to hang on, to keep on keeping on, we contribute that which the “normals” are not even aware of: that spark of genius, creative energy, that comes at so steep a price. The loneliness is torture beyond imagining. Normals have no way of accessing what the torture of being among them is for us. Nevertheless we are put here to accomplish as much as we can, for as long as we can manage.

      Whew. That’s what I’ve got so far, after 63 hard winters on the planet.

      Take it on faith that you matter. Your contribution, which may be invisible to you, matters hugely, not only to your fellow travelers whom you encourage and inspire (me, for instance), but it even matters to a multitude of normals who have no idea why your crackling fire energy inspires them to go and do their best, hoping to somehow emulate the genius they perceive in you.

      Hang in there.


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