A baby crying in the night

By Detlef. Licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA.

A baby crying in the night. Oh great: when your baby is crying in the early morning hours open your windows wide that the whole neighborhood gets its share of noise. – Noise?

I remember Jutta saying: “Whenever I hear children playing I am moved emotionally. Sometimes so much that I cry“.

“Even if they play “formula one race” on the balcony above you while you try to write something?” – “Even then“.

My consciousness tries to drift into sleep again. Suddenly feels itself crying in the night, the dark night of being unable to express itself other than crying as loud as possible. Feeling fear. Feeling its own light going out. “That must not happen!” says an ages old drive.

Where does that light come from?

Is it really separate from darkness?

And who is that drive?

Is it ME?

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