After reading Krishnamurti in January 2013 on the subject of fear, there were several days where it was so quiet inside my head that I started to get worried that “something had broken.” It truly transformed me.

And for a long period* after that, I got so much sympathy with myself that I was very labile for crying mostly.

But I could also see all fear quite clearly, without there being an ego-form yelling and making ​​me restless. So I just had to hold myself. What joy and warmth. Even cried when I saw a fishing boat out on the sea. Even the banal was so beautiful.

* Several weeks.
Later amended. The quite in my head never disappeared. Now in summer 2013.