The anxiety we carry with us, all our broken dreams, the inexplicable cruelty, the fear of death, the painful insight into our earthly condition have worn out our hope of a divine salvation. The cries of our faith and doubtagainst the darkness and the silence are terrible proof of our loneliness and fear.
Don’t you think I understand? The hopeless dream of being. Not seeming, but being. In every waking moment aware, alert. The tug of war… what you are with others and who you really are. A feeling of vertigo and a constant hunger to be finally exposed. To be seen through, cut down… even obliterated. Every tone of voice a lie. Every gesture false. Every smile a grimace. ...