In recent days, I have observed something that concerns me more than the events themselves: the way fear has been colonizing entire hearts. The news about Iran arrives as a collective tightness in the chest. War — that old acquaintance of humanity — once again looms like a ghost, making us believe, often, that the end is near. But history shows us the opposite. We have been at the abyss countless times, and we have always found our way back.