A Tale for Tomorrow

breathe as if a vertical current which knew me and answered me and even, perhaps, guided me; I never talked about it but, whenever I could without drawing attention, I would withdraw in there and, as I was mostly busy working and fine-tuning or improving some thing or other, some little machine or instrument, everyone left me in peace, someone would bring me their odd bits for repair and improvement, so that, in the end, I had some usefulness which provided me a little space of my own; it is little by little that I learnt that this inner current was actually my anchor in the world, or through the world and, every time one or other necessity of life showed up or tried to impose itself, I would simply gather and collect myself in there, in that vertical silence, so strong and filled with presence, and things were somehow worked out and my path was traced a step at a time and I better and more deeply understood what is our human nature and how one can emerge out of it…” And Yael , here is what he says: “It w as a burst family, as if satellized, it made up like a sort of dispersed, scattered tribe, yet linked and bonded by blood and sentiments; what was nice was that we would move about while remaining in the same milieu, kindly and warm, but it was also trying because one never settled anywhere, never could commit, and we finally stayed amongst us and the larger world seemed far too complex or else too rigid and authoritative and this was all quite disconcerting, something essential seemed to be missing; and since, I think, the end of childhood and the beginning of my teens, perhaps because I had formed the habit of collecting myself within my heart as in a refuge, I

28