Where God Dwells in the Space Beyond Answers
Morning arrives unhurried, wearing that barely perceptible gray light that hesitates to give names to things, simply bringing them out of the dark as they are. I sit in this silence, holding a cool cup between my palms, listening to the city slowly begin to breathe. In these hours, when the world has not yet asked me to play any definite role, my inner voice returns once more to its old trail. For so long I have been trying to understand myself. Trying to arrange this chaos of thoughts, to map my inner topography, to find logic in that which, by definition, eludes reason. I have asked myself a thousand times: why I feel so intensely , why every small shadow of another’s withdrawal reverberates inside me like the collapse of an entire building? Why I am afraid of what I most desperately long to draw near? Why I love like this - with an uncompromising, almost painful fullness that sometimes frightens not only the other, but even myself? There are places in my memory that po...
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