Awareness

When I think now of the rules by which I was liberated, when I think that I was released from this prison, because the one I loved wanted to get rid of me, what a sad, baffled, mystifying smile comes over my features. how confused and intricate everything is! we are grateful to those who step us in the back, we run away from those who would help us, we congratulate ourselves on our good luck never dreaming that our good luck, maybe the quagmire from which it will be impossible to extricate ourselves. we run forward with head turned, we rushed blindly into the trap. We never escape, except into a cul-de-sac. H.Miller, Sexus