Sometimes, life’s circumstances can pass us by without touching us, and sometimes life’s circumstances touch us without us realising it. We may ask, which of this little game, is the stronger of the two. But it is impossible to answer this, because everything passes in a fog that is so thick that we cannot distinguish much. We can only hope to break up this fog by continually telling the story of our life out loud. Only the breath of our words can change the surrounding condensation. When, after a long time, we can finally see through the fog, we become aware of ourselves and that the circumstances of our life have disappeared. Only our words remain suspended.