The memory I most often recall is of a time, roughly 5 or 6 years ago, when philosophy and lost love hadn’t yet taken their toll. A time before radical doubts, scepticism and anxiety. When I focus on the memory intensely, it occasionaly reveals a glimpse of another consciousness. One that feared death more than mornings. I could -do- rather than think, and place my own happiness at the centre of both reason and intuition. It was a time of great wisdom.
David van Ofwegen
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