I’ve thought of that thing so very many times in my life it no longer has any meaning. It’s become the norm.
I’ve said the word a thousand times. A thousand thousand times, and it’s nothing more now than any other word.
I was a teenager when I bought not one but two copies of Erwin Stengel’s book, read it cover to cover as if it was a talisman; informing and protecting me from its subject.
It means so little to me now it blurs with breathing, thinking, seeing. Believing. But most of all, knowing. A thousand thousand times.
I still don’t feel protected, however much I feel informed.