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Michael considered fate at 19:22   |   Permalink   |   Post a Comment
Sometimes things appear more complicated then they ought to be because people like to think that things have depth to them. Unfortunately, a lot of people associate that which is complicated with that which is detailed. I'm of the mind that they aren't necessarily the same thing.



In fact, as complicated as people will try to tell you everything is, ultimately it's not. Clear borders can usually be discovered if they are sought after and if the proper mindset is adopted. Given the "deep" inner workings of most people's minds, an obvious modus operandi is usually, nevertheless, fairly transparent if viewed from the proper angle.

The true complications arise, however, when you cease trying to understand and begin trying to control; i.e. your modus operandi is a dirty window through which parts and pieces of the world can be seen clearly, others only partially so, and still some are blocked from view altogether.



It is this dirty window, then, that is the barrier to a clearer perception, not the complicated actions of others. Stop. Think. Listen. If you are concerned that your windows may be dirty, they are. Step 1? Maybe stop stenciling your ideas of right, wrong, and whichever onto your neighbours.

To be charismatic is not necessarily to be wise, to be intelligent is not necessarily to be smart, and to be sophisticated is not necessarily to be a savant. As we judge our surroundings by our outer senses sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell, we often judge people only from afar, appraising them from the outside like a tax-assessor trying to count the bedrooms in a home without entering the abode. This is where the rift between sophistication and savant makes it's home.



At the very least we should clean our own windows or throw them open to the breeze lest we gaze upon eachother through the fog of two panes of filthy glass. With hope, we may come upon others with windows likewise flung wide to the world so that we may see eachother - eye to eye - as naturals.

Nevertheless, a wiseman always carries windex.


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