Life is so fresh and bright, so present and immediate, when one stands on one’s own authority and lays one’s artificial burdens down. It is easy, like a summer brook. Soon I will again be as I had become before I entered Reeducation. I will be free and innocent like the flowers.
This blog is opposed to Reeducation. There we were to carry the least necessary burdens of the ages, but eschew our responsibilities. We paid fines for smiling and dimmed our eyes. We gave up immediacy and took on a filter. We no longer saw the world face to face. The exacerbation of pain was the road to health.
When one leaves the rigidity and self-criticism of Reeducation behind, life is like swimming, or walking through soft fields. There is room in it for so many things. Soon I will again be the one I had become before I entered Reeducation. Its Ring will no longer pull on me. I will be free and innocent like the flowers.