It seems to me the historic tendency of humankind is to define one's self through differentiation, constantly reacting against other people and their respective ideologies in hopes of having a voice, finding significance, establishing a place and a purpose. I'm talking about the great pendulum swing of history. Era against era, nation versus nation, children contra parent. On and on it goes, each respective person thinking secretly (or not so secretly) that they have finally gotten it right this time, or at the very least, that they are definitely more right than So-and-So.
But the truth is that none of us has it right, per se, especially not all of it—the it being some totality of truth. No, we are all missing it somehow. All riding the same unstoppable swing from left to right, right to left, from differentiation to alignment round back to different all over again.
And this has got to stop.
We simply must pause long enough to look around, look at ourselves and ask what is going on. What am I saying? Where am I? How did I get here? And what, dear God, is the point?!
Maybe then we can start to see the pattern and evaluate our collective contribution to the disunity that persists. Maybe then we can listen. Maybe then we can learn. Maybe then we can question in a way that brings us all a little closer to what really is.
And so my confession is this: I am desperate to find the balance, devoted to life in the tension, ready to subject beliefs to criticism for the sake of finding more of what is real, more of what is right, but mostly I am breathlessly looking for the man who is the way, the truth, and the life.
What I write today might not make sense tomorrow. Years from now, I am sure, I will look back and think some of what was said was reactionary or immature, silly even. Where I today see black, I might yet see gray, and what I think I know might soon give way to questions or a shrug. Still, my queries are for answers and the doubts I pose for reason, for both birds and minds must land in time to find rest in the midst of musings.
Of one thing I am sure, the goal will remain the same:
My aim is to seek truth, to explain the things I see, and to faithfully muse about the reality that clearly seems to be.
