'When we are with other people, we are apt to talk about almost anything under the sun except for what really matters to us, except for our own lives, except for what is going on inside our own skins. We pass the time of day. We chatter. We hold each other at bay, keep our distance from each other even when when God knows it is precisely each other that we desperately need.'
Frederick Buechner, A Room Called Remember: Uncollected Pieces, p.5.
