To be a witness in the greatest trial in the history of existence — only we’re not quite sure who’s on trial, or who’s judging whom. If you haven’t yet read the monumental book The Trial by Franz Kafka (may his soul rest in peace), do yourself a favor and read it. Yes, it’s a kind of sin to read the work of a man who begged us in his lifetime to burn every page — but we are far from perfect. And this is not the place to begin repenting — especially not when the work in question casts such a powerful light on everything you thought you knew about justice, morality, and the endless war that rages beneath what we call reality.
They call it life. Professor Yeshayahu Leibowitz, of blessed memory, once said that nothing can be said about death — because death is the absence of life, and one cannot speak of absence. Physics teaches that darkness is the absence of light, and so it still cannot fully explain the nature of dark matter — that which surrounds everything that exists. It has no satisfying answer to a very simple question:
Why is the void… not actually empty?
If it lives inside you — it’s already searching for a way out.
Not everyone must speak. But if you do — let it be true.
To witness is to not run away. Not from pain, not from paradox, not from the unknown. It is the willingness to stay present — even when you don’t know what’s coming.
The real danger is pretending you don’t have a truth inside you — just because no one else can see it.