Sometimes its not the voyage that is perilous but the home port.
We build on unstable ground, take into our hearts unstable people, grow up in homes that have no foundation.
Occasionally our tenous homes are tolerated by those surrounding us.
Really, one can live in remarkable difficulty and get used to it: the man I see sleeping under an overpass in the middle of a ten lane highway.
My grandmother used to say, "if you are tired enough, you can sleep hanging on a nail"
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