Only a heretic
"We sat in the wrong as all the other seats were already occupied." Bertolt Brecht
I acted as a practitioner devoted to a god that does not believe that and, indeed, I consider it unfair and cruel. this contradiction will pay with their lives. A life to give justifications.
After a brave resistance, in which it turned over several times a large stuffed cat, Mina gives up and falls asleep. He wanted to stay awake yet to discover some of those wonders that fill our home. Small objects make noise, clap your hands song that make, good and wonderful things that you eat, the scents of mother. But it must sooner or later give in to rest. Tomorrow wonder, intact, will open before your eyes.
I protect surrounding the older sister's bed pillow. I do not want anything bad happen to my daughters. In fact I could grow forever cultivating wonder that makes you sleep.
yet. In an attempt to "secure their future" I would collect too many compromises. So much so that I doubt that the game is not worth the candle. Commitment to work with a system where I do not think and I believe that, indeed, unfair. I have an instinctive revolutionary breakthrough that I have tamed with common sense in exchange for family stability. And I let myself be lulled by a vicious circle built on the principles of cancer growth at any cost. 'S why I work: to sell more, to grow the business, to eat with a smile. This is not what I would leave to my daughters.
Sometimes they are mortally weary of good sense, of the vat, the results of training. I would just build large flags, sewn by heaps of rags, gift books, go around the city to look at what lies high above the line of sight.
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