Amen.
I'm looking at a 1972 photograph of the Earth called Blue Marble. So small and fragile, a planet in your pocket. I get a divine feeling looking at it. I feel the joy of beauty and the sadness of pain. As if I had the power to protect an entire nation. To fight for the identity of people who are losing their homes and their lives. In Palestine, I clasp my hands for Ukraine. I dream a bad dream. I can't wake up. I see myself, with my eyes closed, standing on top of a mountain. Naively, I reach out a helping hand in front of me and wait for everyone to grab me. It's quiet and empty around me. No one is coming.
