How often we hide behind masks and hug delusions with compulsive passion because we are afraid to be known, to be loved – but in the nearness of real, deep, substantial love we run back to our masks of isolation, shallowness, and safety in terror of being revealed and accepted. We hide ourselves in acts of passion; we bury love under false prudence; we substitute biological pleasures for divine wonder and peril of love; we surround ourselves with cold, icy barriers to defend the smug self from being shattered by love.
It is easier to snub another (snuff the light of his life out of our life) than to love. And so we indulge in spiritual assassination in order to protect our own convenience. – William McNamara
Excerpt from ‘The Art of Being Human’