Illness
‘That which does not kill us makes us stronger.’ Nietzsche, probably. Good enough.
It was the favourite quote of my Grandmother, she knew all about it. I know a bit about it in the meantime.
I’m tasting the thought, trying to comprehend it. To find out how I can learn from it, how it would help me get through from one day to the next.
Is it easier to believe what one cannot understand?
I am not accustomed to that.