Being unrooted provides the desire to re-visit things - a place we were safe and calm enables us to ground ourselves. As I grow older, I grow more hardened; more shallow, not allowing things to effect me the way they used to. My brother: heart and earth. Me: soul and wind. Life as blocks of events, fitting seamlessly together, the transitions hard to discern - rather than events happening on the side of the normal life, as I used to think. Older people (grownups) more open to philosophical thinking; philosophy rather than make-believe(?)
Incoherent musings, en människa emellan.