One sacred memory from childhood is perhaps the best education.
Photo by Jan Saudek: You’ll Be a Fortress and I’ll Be Safe Inside Your Massive Walls (1978)
You search the scriptures daily, for in them you think you have life.
So perhaps I turn out to be more alive than you. Look harder! After all, we don’t even know where ‘real life’ is lived nowadays, or what it is, or what it’s called! Leave us to ourselves, without a book, and we’ll immediately get confused, lost – we won’t know whose side to be on or where to give our allegiance, what to love and what to hate, what to respect and what to despise. We even find it difficult to be men – men with real, our own, bodies and blood; we’re ashamed of it, we consider it a disgrace, and keep trying to be some unprecedented omni-men. We are born dead, and have long ceased to be the sons of living fathers; and we like this more and more. We’re acquiring a taste for it. Soon we’ll contrive to be born somehow from an idea.