I am reading Masters of the Dew by Roumain, and though it's mostly a communist tale of uniting workers together, at a certain point, before uniting a community, hearts have to be willing to let each other in. Even if it is painful at first to thaw walls. It's necessary to realize that we are people and we need each other.
Manuel on trust: "Trust is almost a mystery. It can't be bought and it has no price. You can't say, 'Sell me so much and so much.' It's more like a plot between one heart and another heart."
4 comments:
Beautiful!
yes the ambiguity of trust... i love that it's "a plot between one heart and another heart," because hearts are so imperfect, so how could we trust without some sense of forgiveness? or at least understanding of imperfections?
oh, patricia, this is so lovely. truth IS almost a mystery, but just almost, because our hearts keep plotting all the same.
oh, so good. so, so good.
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