Trail of Leaves

One of the paradoxes of the human soul: a person can be very loving and empathetic, yet ideologically supporting a backward and tyrannical regime or rule, can even rejoice in the suffering of others. This poses no internal contradiction for the said person, for ideology acts as prism through which reality is reflected. In that person's mind, if the regime or ideology are cruel towards a set of persons, his empathy and set of morals do not register as broken, for the ideology does not allow him to perceive reality as such, and accept the suffering persons as human beings. In his internal world they register as deserving objects, not suffering subjects.

So he goes on, he waters his plants, pets his cat, and supports a people's extermination.

In the end, it is not we who hold on to hope, but hope that holds us and will not let us go. Keep pushing forward—past your middle age; you are closer to the heart of life than when you were in your childhood.

Our souls touching, silent as dawn... music, a hidden wave frothing to and fro between our souls