Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.
After Hiroshima was bombed, I saw a photograph of the side of a house with the shadows of the people who had lived there burned into the wall from the intensity of the bomb. The people were gone, but their shadows remained.
Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.
We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.
You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.