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Walking the tightropeOk but let's get back to the part about our lives just being a story that we've made up, can we?

Sure, why not? It's all pretty insane, I know, but what's the difference? I guess if I knew, I wouldn't be asking these questions, would I?

Or maybe precisely because you're asking these questions demonstrates how really sane you are?

Well I guess if that's so, then we could say we live in a world where the sane are crazy and the crazy are really sane, could we not? That's what Bhagwan Rajneesh said also.

Perhaps we could say that, I don't know. What do you think? 

I love your answers. 

Are you patronizing me?

Am I?

Well, you're asking me to answer your questions for you that you have about me? Is it really very smart to ask a crazy person to tell you why they're crazy? If I'm crazy, how can I explain to you WHY I'm crazy, and how and why could you believe what I think anyway?

Touché!

I mean IF it's true that the crazy are really sane and the sane crazy, that means I'm the sane one, and you're the crazy one. So, I should be analyzing you!

So how would you like to proceed?


I emerge from the ashes like a Phoenix


I don't know how to proceed, that's my problem. I'm in this quagmire, devolving into futility or evolving into enlightenment, I'm not sure which. Teetering, walking the tightrope, remember? Slipping, sliding questioning, wondering, asking, looking, groping. For what? For what, I ask sometimes. For truth comes the answer. But what makes me think for a moment that I'd be able to recognize truth if it jumped up and bit me in the ass?

Like the Phoenix, will I emerge from the ashes of destruction into the glorious light of day bigger, stronger, triumphed? Or, will there only be sputterings, false starts, and failed attempts to resurrect the inherent possibility that lies within me?

What is this urging, this compelling drive that has brought you to the brink? Why is it so important for you to test, explore, expunge, or push every envelope you find to the maximum limit? And then when you've pushed it so hard that it breaks, you seem surprised? 

Aah, interesting question. Haven't significant men (maybe even a few women) throughout history pushed that tightly sealed envelope though? Isn't it true that if only a handful of patriots fight the good fight that the benefit accrues to ALL? And isn't it true that when this involuntary urge begins within, this push to evolve, that we're powerless to resist it? And if I am one of the ones, unbeknownst to me, who has agreed to go to the edge for the sake of evolution ... who am I to resist? And who is it "who" is asking these questions anyway?

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