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  • Some time ago my friend, the composer from Frankfurt, blurted out his sentence:

    Behind Fear
    I see beauty -
    like a flower!

    This has stayed with me ever since. He could not further explain it, as he was himself utterly surprised by what he had just pronounced.

    He is a man with many fears and I am a woman with a ton of fears. All my life long, I see: what I have most feared is my own fear.

    In the black hole inside me, I have always thought, what there is most is fear: fear of this and that, of boredom, of loneliness and of death.

    Could there be beauty behind or very inside the black hole of fear?
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