First, there are only a few steps you can go without a commentator in your head. Then it gradually becomes clear that the commentator is just an old voice that fucks you up and you do not have to follow it …
Going further, ignoring the old voices, the certainty grows that the challenges that seem to plague the planet and all individuals are like the cocoon’s transformational contractions as the butterfly unfolds …
It is always the same: the old order has outlived its purpose and the individual and the collective have to go through the necessary phase of disorder – even though they resist and curse – in order to give way to the new order. Evolution, like the butterfly, unfolds …
