You can only protect life in life. It is not worth doing anything and everything to preserve the body. The life that matters cannot in the end be guarded. You have to risk openness.
And my–I will switch to first person here–vulnerability has a flip side: every moment I remain open is a moment of victory and successful rebellion over darkness and death. It is to be celebrated.
I am far from trusting people, but I am close to trusting days, to the sun, trees moving in the wind, birds singing, and a sense that I have more than I need.