The obstinacy of not seeing, when it shows itself in others, is a phenomenon that never ceases to dismay me.
When this same determination not to recognize emerges in me and with it comes all the years spent trying not to see,
all the efforts, the strategic deployments, the stratagems of self-conviction while everything was there,
I feel a great sadness, a disarmament in front of so much energy spent for nothing.
I also tell myself that this epiphany could not have taken place without the detours and convolutions which today allow it to be exposed.
Without all this, it would perhaps not have all the strength, all the momentum that it blows in the sail of the pen.
Notes & Silence 
We all see our own reality, I suspect, rather than what is. The greatest danger is to believe that the world is as we think it is.
I’ve never seen the word « obstination » before, by the way. « Obstinacy »?
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I ll trust you on the substitution, as always.
Thanks for pretending it might exist anyway…
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