The "sacred" norm, which we try our best to conform to, increasingly resembles a Procrustean bed that does not hold the most valuable things. Instead, it is full of fears, the biggest of which is the fear of being ourselves
Why do we want so badly to squeeze into the gap of the norm, ruthlessly cutting off the parts that do not fit?
John Paul II hinted in his time: the decalogue did not include one important thesis - do not be afraid!
We are all Others. The majority does not exist. Stars light up because thermonuclear fusion takes place. And no matter what people think about it
And when you look at the starry sky, where does your moral compass point?
