The mirage of the far off.
We refuse to see what is in our very proximity.
Let´s face it, Here and Now are our worst enemies. Nearness, the unadulterated, that, which cannot be controlled, scares us to death. To such extent, that we have invented a world which reveres, prays to and puts Distance on a pedestal.
Always later.
The further, the better.
“What is”, does not count. We invariably buy into What is not…
We bargain Who We Are, with Who We Are Not.