We, the living, are always present for the deceased. We should never forget that. Their world encompasses ours; our world...
Robinson Crusoe befriends a ‹savage›. In the existentialism of his situation, he overcomes the cultural boundaries that would have made...
A walk in the city. A coffee in hand. Looking around slowly. Almost invisible, with a magic hood, barely two eyes amongst flowing people. A woman with red painted fingernails clutches her friend’s shoulder in a powerful gesture. A gray-blue vagrant looks for refundable goods in the trash can and...
During my Easter visit to Potsdam, I met I., a young mother and sales manager from Odesa in Ukraine. Her...
I recently stood with some friends in front of a painting by Lucas Cranach at Friedenstein Castle in Gotha, Germany....
We are cloud gazers and want to remain so forever. There is no more heavenly image of the glory of God than sunlight singing with the clouds at twilight. Our souls, wrapped tenderly, expand and breathe towards their archetype. From this side and the other, the soul and the archetype...
Sometimes, everyday life is better than secluded meditation to get to the bottom of one’s own soul. When we talk...
The Protestant aid organization Bread for the World published the Atlas of Civil Society last week. The book documents in...
Jean appears, hand outstretched and a shining hat of light on his head—a special hat that perhaps only I can see. This thought does not console me. For Jean is entirely inside that hat, and his words fall out of it. It’s a very positive impression: this man does not...
The days are turbulent. My thoughts are restless and peaceless. Agitated, they’re like birds of prey, circling incessantly around the...
Intimacy is within and without. In the aridity and solitude of the desert, I am thrown back on myself, while...
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