"In the midst of winter,
I learned that that within me....
there is an invincible summer."
Albert Camus
For as many times as I have heard this quotation, today is the first time that I have pictured it as a stream that thaws out in dead winter and flows with life. Is that what Camus was after? That there are parts of our lives which we allow to freeze over because of pain, grief, and heartache? I have heart it said that people only live with part of their lives -- and they let the rest freeze over--a "frozen section" which is numb, but still does not hurt. What thawed in Camus' life that flowed up and out like a stream flowing with new life in him? What needs to thaw in us?
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