Sometimes you don’t see the ball coming straight at your face until it hits you straight in the face. Correction: not sometimes — almost always. The art of a well-aimed blow. The path dissociates itself from the one walking it. I had had so little time to stop that I hadn’t noticed it, but now the trail I was on was going uphill. I hadn’t realized it, but it had become so steep that it looked like stone cliffs with no visible path at first glance. Correction, it didn’t look

Do we still believe that processes just happen like that? All in order and in an evolutionary, upward, rational format. Politically correct,Synchronous, kind, and harmonious? Perhaps we were misled by the etymology of the word process, which comes from “to advance” and literally: “to go forward.” But there are many ways of going “forward,” which sometimes also include stopping, going back, recalculating, taking the opposite direction, and sometimes, simply stopping. It sound

That intense, powerful, and uncontrollable impulse. That excessive and imperceptible attachment. That insatiable, endless desire, which drags us—without us wanting it—into a wheel so sharp and infallible that it leaves almost no room for error. If we let it loose, it multiplies so quickly, and without even noticing, we subtly shift from attachment to objects to an addiction to craving itself: we become addicted to the feeling of desiring. Addicted to that adrenaline, to that