The World We Cross - The age under strain

Am I my brother's keeper? An anatomy of age-old violence — and of the only remedy equal to it.

The bloods of Abel cry out from the ground

When the memory of crimes demands something more than emotion: a responsible lucidity and an inner transformation of each one of us.

Apr 14 • Jérôme Nathanaël

Quentin, beaten to death for an idea — barbarism has kept its appointment

Anatomy of a symptom — An urgent plea for a civilisational renewal grounded in our common humanity

Feb 19 • Jérôme Nathanaël

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Dialogues of the New World | Jérôme Nathanaël

The World We Cross - The age under strain