No, this isn't going to be a quasi-philosophical rumination on 'alone-ness.' That's something I dealt with a long time ago. This is about Sandy. Just as I think of crusading against religion Sandy tells us that wherever he is at the moment he feels alone. The other people in his dorm are 'cardboard' and he even feels alone in his own bed at home. Oh goodness me. He's an intense high-stress little soul, much like both his parents, and an only child, athough I'm not sure that having sibling keeps this wolf away for ever.
His mother, aunt and uncle had comforting guardian angels to see them through this existential crisis, beings intrinsic to everything the Steiner School stands for and happily supported by me. I find no problem in accepting the presence of supra-consciousnesses and an after-life, it's just religion I kick against and 'god' as a single consciousness in control of everything, making us mind our p's and q's. This is the happy age of pick'n'mix and if we aren't infected by the fundamentalists we build the 'reality' that fits our own experience eventually. Unfortunately Sandy hasn't been exposed to a belief in these kindly forces and everyone knows that once you get to ten what granny says isn't going to have much validity. We're pondering ways to bring this to him comfortably, or at least to give him something to remind him that even when he is alone we, his family, are thinking of him.
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