Today I am a woman torn between the terror that everything might change and the equal terror that everything might carry on exactly the same for the rest of my days.
“Perhaps it’s the return of Saturn. Every twenty-nine years the planet returns to the same point in the sky that it occupied at the moment of our birth.”
I feel a pang in that dark corner of my soul where depression keeps knocking but I refuse to answer.
During the ice age, many animals died of cold, so the porcupines decided to band together to provide one another with warmth and protection. But their spines or quills kept sticking into their surrounding companions, precisely those who provided most warmth. And so they drifted apart again. And again many of them died of cold.
They had to make a choice: either risk extinction or accept their fellow porcupines’ spines.
Very wisely, they decided to huddle together again. They learned to live with the minor wounds inflicted by their relatives, because the key to their survival was that shared warmth.
“if Evil exists, it’s to be found in our fears?”
… an old saying: there is none so blind as the one who does not want to see.
… when we release our dark side, it will completely overshadow the best in us.
The same is true for all individuals. That is how dictators are born.
Who hasn’t felt the urge to drop everything and go in search of their dream? A dream is always risky, for there is a price to pay. That price is death by stoning indifference.
This country worked hard to reach its “finished” state; we don’t want to go back to being “under renovation.”
It’s ridiculous. But since when have things needed a good reason to exist?
We live in Switzerland, where the clocks are always right.