There is an awkwardness in that liminal space between the realms of “stranger” and “family”. The easy and trusting way that we may behave among those who we have known for a lifetime is likely to be absent among strangers, those we are yet to know.
Or those with whom trust is yet to be confirmed.
There is a gap that may be filled with curiosity, with care, with witness or with enmity – it is the measure of whether humanity can navigate into the calm shores where love might reign : or languish in the insular and personal storms of superego.
The crisis of our times may be consumed as a spectacle, fragments of stories, unsure now to navigate amid what is real and what is computer generated.
Even kids seem to forget what it was like to simply “be” – to hang in trees, to explore lost caves; to have an eye to the magic & art and what it means to simply live.
Yet, those ancient drives for love, for belonging, for new ideas remain.
What if that same primordial fire can ignite the determination for positive change?

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