We are in liminal space—the birthday zone—when we find ourselves undergoing an experience that we hadn’t anticipated and don’t understand. We’re alone. Our chrysalis has cracked. Something unnecessary is falling off.
Am I angry? The world I live in will justify my anger. Fully and completely. I have created this world; it’s an unambiguous reflection of me. Nevertheless, there I stand, berating my face.
The worst thing that can happen to a man is an easy life.
Weil was dazzling, brilliant and on a bad day a bit of a scold. “You have forgotten to ask each other the only question that really matters: ‘What are you going through?’” Suffering has three stages, expands JC: separation from what we thought we knew; initiation into a deeper way of being; return to where we started from.
I haven’t changed until there is less of me, until I’ve discarded something.