What do we really know about loss or creation?
If we have never bore a child, if we have never lost a lover (for real…).
Where does our power for the unfathomable come from?
Is it somewhere near the abyss we all nurture within or from the stars that besides us shed light to our path?
What do we really know about anything?
If we have not seen a child grow and fulfill its dreams, if we have not seen people live their lives fully and die.


How are we supposed to pave our way, through our fears and our avoidances, through the abyss us all bear deep in our souls?
Change is inevitable and with it the pain, of letting parts of you wither and die.
But such is the way of nature, such is evolution and we have no right to stand against it.
After all walking forward means always leaving something behind.


Don’t stare too long to the abyss because it might actually look at you back*.
If you have the power, keep on going without ever shedding a tear, without ever turning.
Otherwise hope that you will have the power to fall into the abyss and emerge reborn.
A New Dionysus, full of Apollo**…

* “Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” Friedrich Nietzsche — Beyond Good and Evil
** Something my friend X... taught me once...