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This article was originally published in German. The English version is an automatic translation and may contain errors. The German original is authoritative.

Source: Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Rousse, 1889

Both an arrogant and slightly disparaging tone clings to this line. 
It lies on the tongue as heavily as the bitter taste 
of the brown spot when biting into a sugar-sweet apple. 
In most cases, a small but decisive BUT precedes it. 
As if the sticky weight of naivety must be buoyed by a positive quality. 
As if naivety were not a positive quality. 
Is it unreasonable to give unconditional belief to the statements of other people? 
Is it thoughtless to set aside one's own needs for a moment?
Is it harmful to believe in the good in people?
Naivety is vulnerability.  
Naivety is a secret ingredient. The soft and distinctly flavoured component in an explosive cocktail. It is indispensable and yet somewhat weak and naked without its ensemble.
Naivety is the pure form of love. 
And perhaps we should sometimes love a little more.

Source: Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Rousse, 1889

Nicole Winter