Everything we love is an accident that was written in the stars.
Thursday, July 21, 2016
I don't know if it is my own, personal struggles with inner demons, my psychology. I don't know if it's some comment on things in my work life. And I don't know if it has something to do with the Republican National Convention and the ever presence of Donald Trump. Maybe somehow it's all of them, but this morning this thought started ringing out, as if of its own accord, in my head:
If you invite a cannibal into your house, expect to be eaten.