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Superstitions are the shadows of fears unknown.
Truth is a rhizome – an underground plant stem with lateral shoots. You need to dig deep to reach it
and,
unearthed, you have to treat it w...
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Today, I think of fanaticism – of any type – as a viral disease. Creeping in menacingly, ticking like a pendulum clock that never winds down, it takes hold of you faster when you are part of an enclosed, homogenous unit. Better to keep some distance from all collective beliefs and certainties, I always remind myself.
bridges appear in our lives only when we are ready to cross them.
Nature was always talking, telling things, though the human ear was too limited to hear them.
Women mourn, men replace.’
It is a map, the body of an ex-lover, pulling you into its depths and bringing you back to a part of yourself that you thought had been left behind sometime, somewhere. It is a mirror, too, though chipped and cracked, showing all the ways you have changed; and, like every mirror, it dreams of becoming whole again.
Some day this pain will be useful to you.
If you weep for all the sorrows in this world, in the end you will have no eyes.’
