Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
Last night I couldn’t sleep and I was thinking about that tired line on how can there be goodness without “god”… But – what is goodness really? Isn’t the very notion sort of delusional? Something we use to silence voices within? I mean, how often are we not quite good? Or in situations where we could clearly be “better”? And when we worry about being good, what’s really behind that?