I have walked that labyrinth as well, many times. What did I ask for? so many things, now they hardly seem to matter or mattered mightily and passed from awareness with the blase acceptance that we humans reserve for answered prayers. Sophie was very ill the past week with a fever peaking at 105.5 at times, and trips back and forth the various emergency medical clinics and the ER, and something infected my soul with a sickness from which I have not recovered, although she is well now. I wrote a friend tonight that the consumption of our society was sickening me. Is it that? Is it only that? People loom in and out of my vision like Fellini characters, distorted and macabre.
Will people stop blowing one another up and ruining the world for a few extra pennies? Doubtful. Are things as bad as they seem, or is my lens clouded with fear?
Sophie said the other day: Fear is a part of life.
I said: Who told you that?
She said: I just figured it out.
Maybe fear is not a part of life--maybe I have infected her with that.
