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To live in the world as if it were not the world, to respect the law and yet to stand above it, to have possessions as though 'one possessed nothing', to renounce as though it were no renunciation, all these favourite and often formulated propositions of an exalted worldly wisdom, it is the power of humour alone to make efficacious.-Steppenwolf, Herman HesseHoly days full of hunger and longing. Days screaming by. Twenty five years of age - a quarter of a century, a quite ridiculous feat within such an often senseless and absurd world. Long, long days crawling down to Roma (where no roads every truly lead) to find a place to belong. As soon as we arrive - a great violence and a forest fire. But incredible encounters, everywhere. On the way south, late at night at a reststation and minus something temperatures, a truck driver approaches us with a package of bread, painted easter eggs and two croissants. He slips a money note into my hand, along with something about Jesus to Venera (who henseforth learns italian from it) and smiles, departing for his camien for the night. A man and his grandmother screeching to a halt on the swiss motorway...such laughter and tenderness I have not known for a long, long time. An intelligent, deeply thoughtful and sensual couple driving us fifty kilometres out of their way south. Terrible waits but always someone kind to found somewhere. In Florence...walking the streets late at night and a place to be for at least a couple of nights... before the search for meaning and clarity resumes. I have loved beyond madness and been accompanied off to the gallows once more...yet all the while, things will grow. Give them time.Where now?
