polarity

I am talking with this woman at her home. I tell here, the only thing we really need to do to wake up is to let go of all attachments to the body. She says to me, that she doesn't feel that is quite right. I say, the body attachment and its emotions and feelings are what confuses all of us into the insanity of form. She listens than explains that our feeling are essential, sure our feelings take us into suffering but they also give us the longing for God, the ache for our Self, for union. (At this point she began telling me a detailed philosophy on the topic, I thought to myself, is she reading this, because it was like a perfect soliloquy on the topic). Still uncertain, we were now sitting on the sofa and her beautiful blond haired daughter came in, she climbed up into my lap in a full hug. I said this is why I want a girl, because they keep on loving you and hugging you. I asked how old she was, she said-- eight,eighteen,eighty--all slurred together. The woman was now preparing an incredible meal, our men were at a concert drinking beer and she said that it would be nice to make sure they had a beautiful table cloth to picnic on. "You're such a babushka", I tell her.
Wake up.