This priority can last for a very long time indeed. After all, a sense of external security isn't remotely assured for most of us until we've settled in a career, built up some capital, bought a home, found a spouse, maybe had some children, by which time we might be in our forties or fifties. Yet our excellence at survival doesn't take away from the basic fact of our situation. We have been born into a mess. We have the ingredients of madness inside us. We have been unmoored by cruelty. We are, quietly, in the recesses of our soul, close to insanity at points, the ineluctable result of too much suffering encountered too soon. But as the external world gets ever safer for us, the internal world has a chance to feel as troubled as it has always been. We may feel far stranger inside at forty than at twenty, even though the causes of our disturbances lie in events far closer to the latter date than the former. Eventually, the pent-up fear and sadness are liable to find a way through. We'll start to do something odd, write long letters to strangers, or crash the car, or sob in public, or develop a certainty that the government is following us. The legacy of the unkindness of which we have been the recipients begins to emerge. With any luck, we may soon enough wind up in a clinic or the consulting room of an experienced therapist and here have a chance to find out more about the sadness and loss that have been inside us since the start. We may finally feel safe enough to let out a very long scream and meet with the love and understanding that were our due from the start.
この優先順位は実に長い間続く。結局のところ、キャリアを積み、資本を築き、家を買い、伴侶を見つけ、子供をもうけ、40代か50代になるまで、私たちのほとんどにとって、外的な安心感は少しも保証されたものではない。しかし、私たちが生き延びることに優れているからといって、私たちの置かれている状況の基本的な事実から目をそらすことはできない。私たちは混乱の中に生まれてきたのだ。私たちの中には狂気の成分がある。私たちは残酷さに縛られていない。私たちは魂の奥底で静かに、狂気に近い状態にある。しかし、外界がますます安全になっ