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The Beastliness of Things

When the world feels like it’s descending into madness, I find myself looking to Virginia Woolf’s sensitivity and Plato’s ancient warnings. We are living through the return of pleonexia—the tyranny of unchecked desire. I cannot help but feel shocked by what we have become. At times, this unease reaches such an intensity that humanity itself begins to frighten me. In these moments, Virginia Woolf inevitably comes to mind. She was "undoubtedly much more sensitive than most people to the general beastliness of things happening in the world to-day," as described in a letter to The Sunday Times by Mrs Kathleen Hicks. Woolf had just taken her own life, unable to bear the "dreadful time" and the looming threat of a Nazi invasion any longer. Even the iconic slogan of the era, "Keep Calm and Carry On" (the image from the web is the 1939 original poster) , offered no comfort to a soul so much sinking into the world's darkness.  My mind then shifts to...

Letting go

You finally forgot all the wickedness of your family when even the memories within your cells have been cleansed.

It's a long process. It includes wiping away every memory that keeps popping up shouting at you: "Look what have they done to you!" - "Look what you allowed them!" - "Look how blind you were!"

The thing is that you did see the wickedness, but you couldn't believe they were so malevolent. "It's family: they can't wish me bad... " In reality: they can! 

Exactly your very own parents, siblings, or children can often incarnate very hostile presences. An this is a tremendous reality to metabolise.

Within, you can firmly choose to let everything go. Little by little you begin to perceive a feeling in your body, some kind of inner movement, as if the subtle body were slowly slipping out from a tight inner membrane, that was completely enveloping you. And you feel like becoming lighter and lighter... Until you are out. The clenched fist of memories has given up. 

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