For years now, I have been gloomy when I write the introduction to the winter issues of Vox. As another year comes to a close, we pack our experiences into our backpacks, and both the ease and the weight of having lived another 300-odd days surround us in the last days of the year…
I address our readers with the peace and joy of striving to spend time trying to understand the world we come from a little more, by creating meaning, by feeling love, by respecting existence…
May we walk together into a year where human being, in the nature of their existence, feels that walking, but not flying, is freedom, where they can look at their body and soul as a whole and take their steps with love…
Have a pleasant reading…
