There are days when I realise a little sheepishly, that I have been fooling myself all this time. When I glimpse at the nugget at the heart of matters: I never found the answers in a lecture theatre, packed with eager philosophy students, discussing existentialism. Nor was enlightenment in the glass and steel towers of multi-national corporates. And the offices of Whitehall did not furnish me with any insight (other than Yes, Minister is in fact, a hard hitting documentary).
There are days when I see the puppet-show played out, as the great soup of humanity searches for truth and certainty. Anything, to keep the imaginary wolves from circling.
There are days when I can sit with the iffiness, the inconclusiveness and the irresolution. When my only purpose is to be in the poetry of my own story. When my truth is just to be barefoot in the park, with frozen yogurt and a beloved one.
There are days when the questions become more important than the answers.
‘Everything you’ve learned in school as “obvious” becomes less and less obvious as you begin to study the universe. There are no solids in the universe. There’s not even a suggestion of a solid. There are no absolute continuums. There are no surfaces. There are no straight lines’ ~ Buckminster Fuller
‘Let go of certainty. The opposite isn’t uncertainty. It’s openness, curiosity and a willingness to embrace paradox, rather than choose up sides. The ultimate challenge is to accept ourselves exactly as we are, but never stop trying to learn and grow’ ~ Schwartz
‘What word or expression do you most overuse? Re-reading a collection of my stuff, I was rather startled to find that it was ‘perhaps’ ~ Hitch