The hubris of men knows no bounds. A naïve sense that we are masters of our own time and space.
We, the fortunate among us, think that our own life experience is some kind of normalized humanity and we behave as though this is how life has always been and how it always will be. We pay lip service to the suffering of the past and of others but find it difficult to imagine that we, ourselves, could experience such suffering—as though the suffering is some work of fiction wrought by authors of vivid imagination. Continue reading