If only one could roll his eyes back, inside his sockets,
and look within himself. Sure, we can be introspective, and contemplate our
inner workings, our heart’s desire, and our soul’s ambitions. But this
mechanism is also intimately tied to and thus swayed by our brains faulty
conjectures and mistaken self-image. What is a good man? What is a good woman?
What is your criterion for the evaluation? How do you measure yourself in light
of that criterion? Our feeble flesh is
alive with justifications to assure us that our worldly interactions, our inner
thoughts, our spoken words are not indicative of who we truly are. So how do we
see ourselves honestly? How do we find that honest voice within ourselves? And
use it to better ourselves?
We are amalgamations; Blending’s of flesh and spirit that
are part of an ongoing interaction with the visible and invisible world around
us. It exerts a pull on us, as we likewise exert a pull on it. The gravity of
the situation, however, is such that the fallen worlds pull would overpower
ours. It is simply bigger. Its influence is beyond our capacity to resist. We
are specks of sand on a beach, and the tide throws us where it pleases. We are
small and seemingly insignificant: fuzz in the breeze.