Life is about risk, or what is it? Security-seeking parts beg to differ, but nothing is certain or predictable, let alone reliable. Besides, that which does not kill us, yada yada. So we’re in a risky sitch once again, or feels so to fearful ones inside crying, “Nomommy, nodaddyno…”

Such wounded creatures we peeps be, open-mouthed blind baby birds fearing Mama won’t come despite that she came before and before that too. Too many histories and herstories layered and blended into scary stews of ‘what if’ and ‘what once happened must happen again’.

Danger plus faith equals evolution.

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