“Probably no word better summarizes the suffering of our time than the word ‘homeless.’ It reveals one of our deepest and most painful conditions, the condition of not having a sense of belonging, of not having a place where we can feel safe, cared for, protected, and loved.” — Henri Nouwen
Where do you belong? Do you have a place where you call home, in the true, complete childlike sense? Most of us, I would venture, suffer from this kind of homelessness — we do not have a place to belong. Nietzsche said that all we wear are masks. And that there is nothing behind the mask except a shadow that moves at infinite speed to another mask. In such a condition, can we ever come home? And what is preventing us from doing that?