Through many rounds of trial and error, I have learned again and again that a human and the world are like two magnets. The more I trust my instincts for living, the more I become attuned to the interplay between my magnet and the magnet of the world. Conversely, the less I trust my instincts ...
Did I come back to make restitution for the horror of being destroyed in a sacred building and to tell my story? I am not sure -- and yet there is a slight comfort in being able to place my unease with something somewhat tangible.