We Sicilians, islanders by birth but continental in spirit, anarchoids and slaves to laws and codicils, social and individualistic, obedient and rebellious, incorporated into infinite family clans and associated with shady and deadly business clans, children never grown up and wise men never listened to , lovers of carnal pleasures and eternal penitents, always beached wherever possible to flock or in solitude, lovers of the sun and the sea as we are of the night and the mountains. We are all this, irreducible sinners and desecrators, firm believers in the duties of others, ironic, cynical, subtle minds and Pirandellians, but here, on this sand or on this rock, we touch our deep self, we feel our soul warm up and lose the chill of our follies, finally finding peace, and in the silence of our many anxieties, the pleasure of essentiality, the love of that simplicity that the clamor of our contradictions never makes us live and enjoy.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 
Jul 10, 2022 @ 11:50:31
I think many of us could be described in terms of our own set of paradoxes, but you have done an outstanding job of putting it into words.(I especially relate to “children never grown up and wise men never listened to.”)
Jul 10, 2022 @ 17:13:57
A lovely piece of writing! I sense that you miss the island 🤔🌹🙋♂️
Jul 13, 2022 @ 18:29:13
Yes I miss it. But I would go to Ireland, the green celtic island. 😁 😉