Convalescing

We stand on a precipice, then before a chasm, and as we wait it becomes higher, wider, deeper, but I am crazy enough to think it doesn't matter which way we leap because when we leap we will have learned to fly. Is that blasphemy or faith? - Diane Arbus to Marvin Israel, December 27 1959

Everyone goes through the same old doctrine called life. What differentiates people are ultimately not gender, politics, religion or nationality, but beliefs. Christians prefer to call it faith, because they know what it is like to be touched by something divine that divides the line. Pagans call it belief. It can be a touch of the strings, a wording of a forgotten poem, a self-indulgent momentum of some inexplicable frenzy. But it is something you feel deep inside, not some logical conclusion to what intelligence tells you. And when it does not coincide with what you believe to be true, conflict begins. In the beginning it can be minor but in time it will be a great divide. And when the unbearable learns to speak the language of your reason, everything will disintegrate in style.