Everyone is the stranger of a stranger... in a strange place, at the margin of Sudan and Ethiopia. At the margin of the margins of Sudan and Ethiopia. And every marginal would like to be the center. To rule, to deal, to kill to rule at the center.
Let's change the pattern. Let's recognise marginality as a rule. Let's make marginality a center. Let's give up with the idea of cultural diversity as "all different but all the same". Let's recognise otherness and alterity to assume better all the differences: "all different but in the same place". Let's talk about failures, let's talk about mixes, 'metissages'. We are all bastards.
Everyone is the bastard of a bastard[?] . Bastardy is our rule, there is no identity but an ID. There is no identity but my neighbour, my enemy, my brother. Let's talk about violence. Let's recognise our enmities, our fraternal antagonisms. Let's make violence history.
Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Out of love and hatred, out of earnings and borrowings and leadings and losses; out of sickness and pain; out of wooing and worshipping; out of traveling and voting and watching and caring; out of disgrace and contempt, comes our tuition in the serene and beautiful laws.
I have often been downcast, but never in despair; I regard our hiding as a dangerous adventure, romantic and interesting at the same time. In my diary I treat all the privations as amusing. I have made up my mind now to lead a different life from other girls and, later on, different from ordinary housewives. My start has been so very full of interest, and that is the sole reason why I have to laugh at the humorous side of the most dangerous moments.
He who knows no hardships will know no hardihood. He who faces no calamity will need no courage. Mysterious though it is, the characteristics in human nature which we love best grow in a soil with a strong mixture of troubles.
Every hardship; every joy; every temptation is a challenge of the spirit; that the human soul may prove itself. The great chain of necessity wherewith we are bound has divine significance; and nothing happens which has not some service in working out the sublime destiny of the human soul.
The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre which seems inherent in them.
The battle of life is, in most cases, fought uphill; and to win it without a struggle were perhaps to win it without honor. If there were no difficulties there would be no success; if there were nothing to struggle for, there would be nothing to be achieved.
I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.