Try as you might, it won’t change. I don’t even want it to. I know who I am. I know who you are. I’m perfectly happy in my convictions or possibly delusions. Does it matter?
How often do we stick out our tongue at the wisdom and guidance offered by a supernal sage? Set in our ways, our understanding is finite, yet we are stubborn in our own lack of familiarity and experience. I can’t help but imagine what wonders we will find if we open our hearts and minds to those who have struggled through the sticky sweat of humility, faith, and retrospection.