what if the world that tried to tame us just forgot its own wild magic. And perhaps some of us; some brave, sensitive, fluttering, gentle rebels and poetic liberators are here to remind the world of what it once knew?
We’re highly attuned to contradictions, I think. You might say they make us who we are. Even our attitude to contradictions is contradictory - we indulge our own but deny others the right to any.