The inferno of the living is not something that will be; it is what is already here, the inferno where we live every day and form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it:
- The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it.
- The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of the inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space.
:moloch: A little segment I love at the end of Invisible Cities, by Italo Calvino.