For many are called, by few are chosen
He had uprooted himself from foggy Europe to answer the peremptoriness of a duty: To love, in the field - in its constancy and its becoming - every image of God, imprinted in the story of everyone who loves, grows, suffers, hopes and therefore proves to be unique and non-replicable. For many are called, but few are chosen By Giorgio Torelli (Translated and adapted by Leonardo Pavese) In the long digressions of memory, which is so thick with solar images, one most lofty morning of many years ago comes to the foreground: The triumphant sun of Africa is proclaiming his lust for reflexes on the windshield of a small airplane, while I’m flying from Cameroon to Gabon with a pilot who’s wearing white silken gloves. We knew each other from other adventures. Dr. Albert Schweitzer In my me...