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Why is it that I long for the touch of something that no longer exists?

The lamentations of the created for the creator.

The present for the past.
The here for the there.
The unloved for the loved.
The isn't for the is.

Is this merely consequence of our fallen nature? My fallen nature?
Reaching out so desperately for something to hold onto, to possess?
Something held so close, so dear, so thoroughly known and real.
And simultaneously inarticulable, immaterial, and unobtainable.

Does anyone else feel this way? I cannot be alone in this. It's too harrowing...
Who would do such a thing?
Why would I be made to long for something I could never hold?
A fragment deep in my heart yearning to be united w/ the whole.

Pulling me in one direction while I push in another.

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