Every developing human child rests, like all developing beings, in the womb of the great mother – the undifferentiated, not yet formed primal world. From this it detaches itself to enter a personal life, and it is only in dark hours when we slip out of this again (as happens even to the healthy, night after night), that we are close to her again.’*
We’re all different but it doesn’t just happen.
I read and listen to others every day, noticing how they are different.
I don’t want to be like them; they are helping me to find my different.
It begins with our curiosity, as my friend Alex says, “We are a mystery wrapped in a question.”
Each one of us.
(*From Martin Buber’s I and Thou.)