It came to me today.
To go on, I go back. I go back to a place where one sells oneself for money. Not as if other places down here are any different, but in this particular place it is a must to sell out. The majority of people can think of anything better than themselves for something they call ‘safety’.
A piece of paper and some coins replaced God. A loveless, loveless place that cries out in need of some connection, something beyond a piece of paper and some coins.
And that is all me.
I still don’t know what the solution is. I have nevertheless been gaining clarity of what is happening…