Rout or passage

be recognized and fin d one’s place in this world at once so familiar and so strange…

Yes, this world where seem to reign menace and hostility, hatred and falsehood, injustice and hunger, this world yet adorable and pregnant with promise, to which we time and again return in our quest for the wholesome answer, the why of these multitudes, the true birth to a love which will betray no more, this impossible world which rushes to the gulfs with all sounds and lights on, the beggar and the executive together strapped to the same speed, this world, how to embark upon it if one is to live one’s life in its reality?

It is quite clear that everything, in our societies, needs to change – and it is not a matter of improvement or amelioration, but a matter of transition.

These latest episodes shared this year 2020 from country to country and a continent to another, have enacted at once the preambles to the most sinister developments and the intensification of other possibles, other unfoldings of a participative becoming wherein consciousness gathers its children.

In each one of our bodies, the conscious complexity of the universe incarnates: we all are at school, apprentices of the One.

There is something to “pass on”, from hand to hand , gaze to gaze and heart to heart, something that softly, quietly laughs at all the

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