EMPATHIE RESULTANT D'UN SURVOL (OVER-FLY RESULTING IN EMPATHY)
At 2.30 pm two days ago, beautiful sunny day, I walk back to work and as I stand at the door of the Cancer Hospital, a military fighterplane screams by at a surprisingly low altitude. The sound is terrifying, the entire world shakes, and I imagine the feeling of being at the other end of that plane, blown up to pieces by a megaton bomb.
Then I imagine the use of such force to kill children...
I can't help but picture flies on the ground being swatted by a huge, powerful hand and reduced to a paste.
And my body shakes uncontrollably as a wave of fear slaps my being.
(Pic: Soaring, A. Wyeth)