I have hurt people trying to help. I have let people down trying to give them space, intending to help. I have said the helpful thing that hurts deeply. I have missed things and kept out of sight. There are always things that I have done and things that I have failed to do. They are legion. They hold the kinetic possibility of stampeding my mind, if I don’t clear my mind. Everything I do to preserve this body and this mind contains the whiff of selfishness. And I hurt people and I let people down. This can’t be helped. For perception, theirs and mine, is always at work, rarely at play. It is a fact of reality for the duration that I occupy this body in this temporal space, which is a flash in eternity that can’t even register on any measuring device or technique within that context.