Respect, respect, endless respect for this and that. I feel we sometimes lose ourselves in all the ideas that we create around our existence, as we cannot see how much of this is just simply wrong and often harmful. We are to respect those who are older, our parents, others assets, and all kinds of nothing, rarely ourselves and certainly not everyone. This is part of upbringing, past and present. But what is respect? Is it an idea and if so what stands behind this idea?
This is the topic in chapter 4 in the book “The moment”