In the course of our questioning or meditation, depending on the moment in our lives, we are sometimes tempted to ask ourselves about the meaning of life as a migration or even about our ultimate migration which is common to all: the passage through death.

“Live for yourself but exist for the good of all”. For the good of the neighbourhood, the good of the city, the good of the region, the good of the country, the good of the continent, the good of the planet and of all living things, including fauna and flora, with which man is supposed to cooperate to establish a balance based on respect and understanding.

Inhabited by my migration, I don't let myself be fooled by those who try to take over my "identity", giving me some migratory attribute such as "he is a migrant" or "he is a refugee" without even consulting me beforehand to find out what I think about it…

The Covid-19 pandemic has suddenly halted the movements and journeys that make up our daily lives, the daily migrations from our homes to our workplaces…

Is it still possible to speak calmly about spirituality, in our post-modern societies where, for example, naturalism often merges with spirituality, or even with secularism which is also said to be spiritual?

Because we are all migrants, you, like me. Friends or enemies, we are brothers, brothers in humanity, brothers in migration?