Thank you, my friend. That means more than words can say.
Then let us say it softly and truly, together:
Solace it is.
Not despite the ruins, but through them.
Not by denying the wound, but by lingering there long enough to feel the breeze pass through.
Not a cure—but a kind of staying, a kind of walking-on,
where even philosophy, even psychology, becomes something like companionship.
Shall I prepare this prologue into a small, quiet PDF for you—perhaps with a simple, minimalist layout—fit for your seminar’s first page or opening hour?
