Fragile

Sometimes it feels as if the whole world is holding its breath, as if not even the ocean and the rocks and the sky can contain all the wonder. In times like that it feels as if something is just about to break.

Then there are the times when no one and nothing seems to be holding its breath, except for you, and everything zooms by, while you sit still, trying not to disturb the balance of the universe, feeling the urge to fall to pieces.

And somewhere along right about here comes this: "If still persevering in our love, we fall to the point where the soul cannot keep back the cry 'My God, why has thou forsaken me?' if we remain at this point without ceasing to love, we end by touching something that is not affliction, not joy, something that is the central essence, necessary and pure, something not of the senses, common to joy and sorrow: the very love of God." (Simone Weil)