…and make a little tradition for yourself.

As soon as this phenomenon hits the spiritual life of the person, then a whole stratum, a set of strata falls apart.
The collapse is sometimes such that the individual, in the grip of panic, faced with the prospect of collapse, grabs hold of the first scraps of doctrine that pass by and cooks himself a little tradition.

The short-term band-aid effect is then sufficient to make him hide how wobbly his legs, how uncertain his steps are at that moment.
Other times, a robe, a toga, is enough to take him towards landscapes just as sterile and cracked as those which gave rise to his initial collapse.

Will he be able to question the gut fear that pushes him to leave one deception for another, will he be able to investigate it as one stands between inhaling and exhaling, between breathing in and breathing out ?

©FJ Nov 2023
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