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I stood at the window watching the cocoon, which hung in the winter air like an upsidedown question mark. That was the moment... I understood. Really understood. Crisis, change, all the myriad upheavals that blister the spirit and leave us groping they arent voices simply of pain but also of creativity. And if we would only listen, we might hear such times beckoning us I stood at the window watching the cocoon, which hung in the winter air like an upsidedown question mark. That was the moment... I understood. Really understood. Crisis, change, all the myriad upheavals that blister the... Read More