2020
It is rare for people to come into themselves. If we listen to it now, that "You don't love yourself" which surprised us so much quite some time ago, we hear it more than anything as a reproach, a reprimand not only for the harm we are doing to ourselves, but for what we are making them suffer.
After that bad dream, how wonderful to be back amongst ourselves again...
It's so good to be together again, to merge, to melt...
Everything is coming back to life, quivering...something intangible protected by silence is passing through the same substance in us, returning to the same source...