Et was a feat of strength. Breaking up the apartment, moving house with friends, putting things in storage, reorienting ourselves before starting a new chapter. Leaving the familiar, breaking the status quo, doing what is important and right without compromising. But that also means suffering and inflicting injuries, breaking things and planting new ones.
It's just strange that some friends feel the same way. The world is a different place after corona. We no longer want to live the way we did before. Disillusioned, midlife crisis, utopian thinking, realizing wishes, experiencing our own mortality, losing certainty. An open and sometimes frightening future, war, climate crisis, dying democracies, new world order.
All these forces come together in Provence. A historic landscape, rich in culture, war and love, beauty and destruction. Starry skies, glittering... that makes you humble. To perceive change not as a threat, but as a necessity. Acceptance.
On the long drive, I had a conversation about speculative thinking. What is it supposed to be? How can we do it and why? I ask more fundamentally: isn't the cosmos the realization of all possibilities? Both in the past and in the future. The whole of time and all possible worlds in one reality. Immanence. Only the power of consciousness flows through this. To become conscious means to create connections, only in this way is speculative thinking possible, only in this way are we free. It is not the atoms that are the nuclei of the universe, but consciousness.
