Saturday, February 19, 2011


 One's sentiments, one's fidelities are so instinctive that one hardly knows they exist; only when they are betrayed does one realise their power. That betrayal is the end of an inner life, without which the everyday becomes threatening or meaningless. At the back of the spirit a mysterious landscape, whose perspective used to be infinite, suddenly perishes.


  1. Betrayal must go hand in hand with trust; the more cynical, the less trusting I am, the fewer people are welcomed into my internal landscape. It is a quieter place, and more solitary now, but safer. Certainly those few people that I trust implicitly could betray me, though if I believed they ever would, they wouldn't have been invited in the first place. (Thereby rendering betrayal all the more cataclysmic should it occur.)

    What I wonder--I am the one person whom I must always trust, can never divorce myself from or shield myself against. What happens when I betray myself?

  2. Hi there! It's Lucy from Authonomy. I just built my own site and wanted you to know (as per the Bloggers Seeking Followers thread on the Autho forum) I am adding you to my list of links. If interested, you can have a look at or (the writing site).

    ...and I am sending the same note to Frankie in a second :)

  3. This is so deep, and so interesting.

    I can't wait to see more from you, Glenn. :)

  4. Trust and betrayal can be to ideas and concepts, not just people. And yes, once a person/idea/concept has abandoned us, we feel the abyss.