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by Langdon Graves
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Sunday, June 07, 2009
My Second Education
You must stand on a rickety pedestal in the wind to hold to a belief or an idea while the multitude of optional avenues and other ideas blow by you. As they woosh by, they scream in your face (or sometimes whisper seductively), "I am the right way. I am the truth." But the only thing that makes this hold true in your world is how tightly your toes grip the pedestal of descision that you are standing on as the winds blow you in all directions.
Everything we are and everything we do is a decision. You can allow the wind to blow you and say that "this is fate", but again it is in the wind that you allowed your body to go limp with and ride to where ever it lead you. Sometimes there are alot of people standing on one big pedestal. The pedestals get bigger the more people stand on them, but does that make those pedestals more true? It certainly makes it easier to avoid the wind, the bigger they are. And what safety there is in avoiding the wind. How tempting.
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