I write now and then about “portals,” or sea-changes in outlook. They happen to a few of us, but two elements must be present: First, doubt. We must learn to question everything we’ve been taught to believe. Nothing should be held sacred.
Then follows curiosity. Without curiosity, doubt merely produces cynicism.
There’s only a few of us capable if these Herculean mental feats. I witness all about me thought-controlled zombies. It’s creepy.
We’re traveling in the Pacific Northwest. I hope when I get the urge to write, that I look at the words above and decide there is nothing to add.
Peace be with you, brothers and sisters!