Hello Rachida,
Thank you for sharing.
I don't know this author,
And I cannot understand that isolated sentence; thus, certain words or phrases are inherent to a contact with reality or one's own reality. In my view, there are as many answers as there are beings in life.
For what I can experience of doubt, I live it as a pause and gestation of answers or actions.
If madness takes on this aspect, then in my view it is not doubt but bewilderment: a punctual process of inner emptiness.
To me, the one who insults or slanders is in a state of delusion: a synonym for madness, for the contempt of what exists within him, love, simply put.
The error is momentary insofar as it allows one to draw out the substance of what one is.
When a child makes a mistake or does something foolish, we sit down next to them and talk to them not about the error, but about their ability to transcend it and make amends.
The artisan, whether woman or man, will later remember the creation extracted from error.
One does not flee from error; one confronts it within oneself and it transforms into silence. Over time, change takes place.
If the child is insulted, despised, or scolded, they will remember only the aggression and their tears, not the mistake or the correction.
The same applies to adults; all their responses are linked to childhood, whether those that have been healed or those that brought them joy or not.
And the repair he will have carried out, or not, will contain as many errors as creations.
There are no culprits or bad choices; there is only the confrontation with who we are and what we understand about ourselves. From this inner threshold, we can silently question the essence of the mistake.
Wishing you a pleasant weekend.