I have yet to be the best at anything and I sincerely doubt that I’ll ever be the worst, although I have genuinely felt that way about myself at times.
And, yet, I am far from average.
“How far from average?” someone in Readerville asks.
Well, turns out that average itself is actually an average of a range,
and the range can average and depends upon where on the range you started.
You see, we’ve concluded conclusively (our scientists have) that
exactitude is a fiction and that
knowing anything certainly is an impossibility. Crap. So, where does that leave us?
We can turn towards one another and begin to try to trust those impulses and feelings that have historically been evidenced to be helpful and true and link them to our present truths, our present choices. The old truths and new are the same. Duh.
We simply cannot think our way into them. Duh duh
and, honestly, our thinking facet is really scared and scaring us. It’s thinking itself into abandonment issues.
Our spirit empathizes
and cannot explain it’s a moment of choice for us
over and over time and again for each of us
Once we are clear in our hearts which direction we’d like to follow, we won’t have to think much at all as we follow it with kindness in the attempt toward helpful.
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