The innocence we enjoy by way of ignorance is a gift given in secret. By its nature, it is invisible to its recipient.
Wisdom’s innocence, on the other hand, is heroically chosen in defiance of evidence that demands cynicism.
To know what life inevitably throws at us and yet choose to remain softhearted is the epitome of maturity. It is close to holiness.
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Amen to that, Scott. Life for me is suddenly (and happily) a journey back to the organic, to childhood, to innocence, but by way of Wisdom, because childhood is far out of reach, as we know, and the objects which connect me to my childhood are largely gone: the ponds i fished when i was a kid are geometric rows of houses, paved over. and the goin' aint easy defying my own cynicism, but it is worth the fight, because every now and then i do glimpse the holiness, and it feels like i'm beside the water again and i've got a bite of something remarkable.
Man, the fishing metaphor is really lovely here. Danke, Herr Wolf!
That tug on the line is worth waiting for (and believing in)...
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