Sublime

Dans mon travail quotidien, alors que je m’efforce d’aider mes patients à reconstruire leur jeunesse, je suis de plus en plus convaincu de la fragilité et de la nature mouvante de la réalité. Les Mémoires, y compris les miens, sont beaucoup plus fictifs que nous aimons le croire.

Not long after bringing her demented mother home to live with her, Gillian walked into the living room to find her beloved books, including sacred Buddhist texts, scattered across the floor. Her mother announced, “I’m tired of all these dusty old books. I’m going to give them to my dentist.” Gillian was momentarily trapped by her anger. She scolded

everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.

“It is our wounds that enable us to be compassionate with the wounds of others.”