Since it's just us again dear blog, and since I'm back on a new journey having strayed, (tales for another day) I am here tonight in my PJs feeling grateful. Peace is not something you can buy, nor find easily when lost, nor is it something that should be traded. Peace is the equivalent of the heart. It is a reckoning in the hall of mirrors and the shadow that haunts a day. It is the monster you sleep with at night, the darkest thought in the deepest hour. All our demons are angels. There is no healthy mind without this quiet bedfellow. No true work to be done. No fateful and faithful integrity. As the epigraph states in the movie Metropolis, written by Fritz Lang and Thea von Harbou:
Mittler zwischen hern und handen muss das herz sein!
The mediator between head and hands must be the heart!
(There can be no understanding between the hand and the brain unless the heart acts as mediator.
Without the heart there can be no understanding between the hand and the mind).
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