Easter Monday, 8.30 am. Outside. The sun shines gently on my face through the mild air and the first green of the trees. Silence. The birds chirp softly.
I turn to it slowly and close my eyes. Feel. – And feel no more peace. I am amazed because the peace around me always made me resonate with it.
But is there perhaps no peace around me at all? Is there a fear in the world so great that it covers this wonderful peaceful, loving, all embracing morning with its darkness?
If this is how I am, how are others? How are they doing without realising that their being, their thinking and their actions are determined by the deepest fear?