His willingness to put trust in people, his extraordinary
sense of hope… or perhaps I should say, everything that is about him, can be
explained by the extent and manner in which he has suffered over the years. Paradoxes,
beliefs so fluid that lasting mutilation is improbable… they always get back to
where and how they belong. For him, being trusting is as, if not more important
than being trustworthy, and being loving is as desirable as being lovable.
Do you know how it feels when a mother gets slapped right in
front of your eyes? Your mother. And as
she comes closer you can see those finger marks on her face... a sight that
cuts through, humiliating you in a way that you almost become numb. Deadened.
Emotionally so charged but thoughts completely anesthetized. And then the
sweltering tears burn on your skin for years and years to come.
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