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February 1
Know Enough to Clap

If I know I’m happy I can clap my hands, but if I’m happy
and I don’t know it, what then?  Will my
face display tell tale signs without whispering a word of it to my mind?  Will I whistle a happy tune therefore
revealing my inner state?  If I can’t
demonstrate my reality does it cease to exist? 
Does my retarded ability to reflect my emotion condemn me to remedial
society?  Is there any other
society?  If I become well enough to
reflexively feel and exhibit my mood will I graduate to the advanced class or
be forever alone no longer having a place amid the emotional head bangers, hair
twirlers and cobweb pickers?  Is it a
choice of knowing happiness in isolation or confusion with a crowd?  Could I know? 
Should I know?  Would I know?  Who knows?

Iron your will

You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to
Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane

http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault