The Lutèce Diaries, 13: Fumbling towards ecstacy

by Paul Ben-Itzak
Copyright 2019 Paul Ben-Itzak

“All the fear has left me now
I’m not frightened any more
It’s my heart that pounds beneath this flesh
It’s my mouth that pushes out this breath
And if I shed a tear I won’t cage it
I won’t fear love
And if I feel a rage I won’t deny it
I won’t fear love.
Companion to our demons
They will dance and we will play
With chairs, candles, and cloth
Making darkness into day.”

— Sarah McLachlan, “Fumbling Towards Ecstacy”

PARIS — Would you like to fly in my beautiful balloon? There’ll be a helluva lot of fumbling, but at least (to paraphrase the Grateful Dead) we’ll enjoy the ride. (To read more about me, who you might be — some indications, not a checklist — and a possible us, click here.)