The Deaf-Mute Twins
Damage has never before been purged. From my person, from my hands and from my mouth, there was never such relief. It is fickle, light. The pain of others can sometimes be like a feather, at least as I see it from my consciousness. And as far as empathy is concerned, no, I'm not a woman who practices it. That brings me to our middle daughter. It is neither the greatest nor the least, it is apathy.
Perhaps haughtiness is born from apathy. That involuntary arrogance can become a very cold and lonely throne, where we unintentionally position ourselves there. Years go by and nobody surprises us, nobody lives up to us. Who could be our first vestige of empathy, feeling identified with someone different from ourselves. Who could have gone through what we went through.
