Detective story.
We should all become detectives. Having the great Sherlock Holmes as a model.
We are all living in a great mystery, meaning that the portion of what we dont know, are not aware of – is much much greater then what we do know and understand. And not only that, things het fertelized, hached or pregnant – all in the in the great unknown.
But don’t live like that, we egnore the the great unknown and relate only to what falles whitin the boundaries of what we already know.
The proportions between the known and the unknown is like the classic example of the iceberg, what caused the titanic to sink is the 9/10 of the ice berg which is below the water
And so we live in a world of symptoms and end results, while the world of reason, meaning and being remains sealed in the great unknown.
So, we have no choice, we must become detectives, standing in the known, but searching, watching and observing intently, for signs, signals, traces – that the unknown is leaving in the known. (Like in nonverbal communication, when a sudden shift of eye contact is a signal about possible disturbance in a conversation).
25.8.2020, 10:09
קישור הועבר על ידי Gaby
Gaby Raam

“We were eighteen months apart. Jenny sometimes said that it felt like I was the big sister, and she was the little– instead of the other way around. Maybe it’s because I was the more confident one. I was always pushing her to do things. Especially after she got sick. During the last couple years– I felt like it was my responsibility to make her happy. I wanted her to live as much as possible. The bucket list was my idea, but she chose the items. She wanted to ride a horse. And get a makeover. And swim in the waterfalls of Hawaii, which we got to do. She also wanted to go to Thailand, but we never made it. Maybe I pushed her too much. Maybe she needed more space. But I just felt so strongly that she needed to experience all these things. One of the items on her list was to get a dog, but she kept finding reasons to delay. It never felt like the right time. But when it became clear that the chemo wasn’t going to work, my mom and I decided it couldn’t wait any longer. Jet came over for two nights on a trial run, and Jenny fell in love. He followed her everywhere. Right away he knew that she was his person. When she became too sick to move, he’d only get out of her bed to pee. Then he’d jump right back in. Looking back– I should have known we were getting close. But it still took me by surprise. Everything happened so quickly. She couldn’t speak in the final days. But I remember telling her that I loved her, and she said it back: by squeezing my hand three times. I promised her that we’d go to Thailand. And I promised her that we’d take care of Jet. We had to lock him in the backyard when they came to get her body. He barked the entire time. I wanted to bring him home so badly, but I told my mom to keep him. I knew she needed him more than me. But she was thinking the same thing—and insisted that I take him. We’ve been together for over two years now. And I’m probably too obsessed with him. I can’t stay out late because I hate the thought of him being alone. Whenever I’m down, or sad, he’s always there. It feels like we’re connected in a way. Both of us had this unconditional love and loyalty to Jenny. And both of us lost her. Both of us lost our person.”
Humans of New York
31.10.2022, 1:48

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