I post it a lot. I feel that hard conversations about questions that plague us daily are important to life. I feel a desperation. A desperation for true freedom. A freedom bound only by own love for others. It is right in this place of perfect freedom and love existing that I seek to dwell every day.
Obviously I get there rarely, if at all, in truth. But I seek it. I look, I ask, I strive in the quiet depths of my being to dwell in this obscure controversy. I feel the peace of God there.
I apologize to any of you if my rubbings rub you too hard. I, like you, am on this mysterious journey and I am trying to poke every corner and turn every tile to see what exists.
I have believed many more things during my life than I can count. Most of which I now nearly universally discount.
As I get older one thing becomes obvious. I don't know shit. I know, that I was plopped in the midst of an experience of space and time seemingly out of nowhere, and that I will disappear from it as I came, into total mystery. I know that I have experienced the full spectrum of what this earth his to offer, which really isn't a whole lot when I realize no matter what I do, I have done it before.
So begins the quest. To make all the things I have done before, better, at least as much as I can even perceive what "better" is.
Is this not fairly basic human experience? Or am I way off base?
To bring it back. I have found that when one wants to fix something that is broken or shape it into a new better version, one must first reduce that thing down to it's most basic form and then rebuild.
Can we do that together? Can we change things to live in the perfect place between freedom and love? Can we handle the controversy?