i realise,
in the last post, i contradicted myself. but i'll stand by those words.
i obviously don't know all the answers. what i meant was, it really seems to me like i know all the answers, when i listen to other people talking about their lives. and it seems more and more that i know all the answers. and why shouldn't i? in one sense, yes, in Christ, i do know all the answers. and in another sense, it seems like i've been there before. but i don't say too much; people should lead their own lives.
here's the kicker, though: i have questions that i can't simply answer.
even if i know the deeper (deepest) answers to them, i can't answer them in short finality. i may know the end game answers, but right now's answers are always elusive. life is a great struggle, to put two and two together.
but that's the wonderful thing about life, the ineffable thing. that's life, kiddo! life, great, wild, abundant, fantastic. gosh, i fancy myself talking like anthony hopkins, in his meet-joe-black character.
maybe i'm more fortunate to be sure of the long term answers. maybe i wish it were different, maybe i would lose myself chasing the short term answers, hopelessly, crazedly. haha, rubbish, likely.
it's analagous to maslow's hierarchy of needs. it has its critics. but i'll say that the pyramid is really upside down. people fuck-care (pardon me) a lot of silly things if they have the best answers; conversely, the best answers sort out the silly things.
but i'm kinda in a phase where the silly things are biting back.
