Koneko Do - Kätzchen wird erwachsen

Good morning Okami,

a nice(r) letter to follow. As promised. Yes. My vanity was a bit scratched then. My pride as well. My jealousy poked. My caution tensed. My anger smouldering. All given.
But I was just sitting there and watching these emotions flow by. Because they did not change anything. Even they wanted to. Very much.



"Don't take that."

"Why now?"

"You deserve better."

"Pay him back equally."

"What the hell is he thinking?"

"And here we go again. Annoying."

"Gosh. Grow up. Or choose at least another coping mechnismn, for a change."

They have quite a bashing fest, these emotions.

And I was sitting there, watching them, pat them on the head with compassion and waved them goodbye as they went on. Leaving me sitting, as before, smiling & amused.

This is what the Erich Fried poem really means. I think. And it is not only about romantic feelings. About eros. It's caritas. The only form that can carry it through the years, in my opinion. Eros is a beloved house friend. Who goes on leave sometimes, but always comes back as long as caritas welcomes him.



And that, my night fury, is the differnce. That's why I can take a stand and just say: I am convinced.

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