“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” ~ Albert Einstein
“If nothing else in this long and short life, let me be true to my conscience, to the dignity of my own heart. Let me act in a way that says, I have honored my spirit as truly as I have honored others’. Let me stand tall and rooted as a mountain in the face of a quaking world.” Jennifer DeLucy
“In the Culture of Character, the ideal self was serious, disciplined, and honorable. What counted was not so much the impression one made in public as how one behaved in private.” ~ Susan Cain
Monday, Monday. My nearly perpetual optimism feels quite close to the surface today. Usually it floats, buried in illusions, and fluid because of that. Psychological illusions, by their very nature, tend to be fluid. Says me. I think of what Mark Twain said, how if you lose all your illusions you become less human. I get that on a gut and soul level. Today I don’t care if it is an illusion or not – whatever comes along must be experienced, no praise no blame. Simple as that. And that it will lead toward the eventual edification of things in general. Now, that is a fine illusion. Do you get that I have a mistrust of the whole concept of illusions; like, compared to what? The bottom line here is that I really have to go to work today. I really have to graciously accept my paycheck, go to the bank after work, then the dispensary, then home. Feed the cat, pop open a pint of ale, take to the chair as a mediator between me and gravity. Simple. It just plain don’t matter iffin it’s real or not, and on a Monday I reckon that is just about perfect as yer gonna get. Of course, I ain’t all that trusting of perfection either, not as it applies to the human condition. I’d settle for good enough any day.
All is well. Goof gloriously.