When Everything Scatters - The Alchemy of Spring
The night is silent—the kind of silence that isn’t merely an absence of sound, but a presence: a dense, pulsating matter that presses against my temples and forces me to listen to my own breathing as if it were a foreign body. I write this in the hour when the light has not yet decided whether to be born or to remain forever in the womb of darkness. There are periods in our lives when everything scatters , when the boundaries of our familiar "self" begin to erode, much like riverbanks washed away by a surging current. This is not just a crisis; it is an ontological decay where our old identifications, the masks we have worn with such diligence, and the ego structures that gave us a false sense of security begin to break into their constituent parts. In a psychoanalytic sense, this is the moment of disintegration necessary for any true transformation. For the new to emerge, the old must lose its form, turn to dust, and disperse into space, leaving us naked and vulnerable bef...
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