you can be in love with the world and not at home in it. there's more world than the occupied land, the blocked built place, the humanscape. you can make home anywhere but among humans it will be an anxious home. held together and falling apart each day, beginning from an anxious sleep, trying to negotiate by dream what you endure awake.
love of the world must be what holds it together while it falls apart. we cannot fall apart. we must hold the world together with love. is the choice we make between falling together or falling apart? i know why we stay, i think. because it is our world under occupation and there is nowhere else to go.