I don’t know much about a lot of things. I don’t understand how governments can betray their own people, how innocent children fall victim to the cruel sting of bullets, how the earth trembles beneath the weight of our actions, and yet we refuse to accept responsibility for the damage we have wrought. I don’t know when it became taboo to share our deepest sorrows and questions, to seek solace in our collective vulnerability. I don’t know. But amidst the chaos and despair, I do know that there is a sacred pulse, a divine rhythm that resonates in the heart … Continue reading I do not know …