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Monday, February 21, 2005

That Which Matters

It's hard for any human being to transcend the bulk of the messages flying around the environment that we live in. Right now a seething mass of invective, petty meanness, insecurity and superficiality seems to dominate our public life. That's the buffeting spray of the turbulent surface waters of our times, but underneath the turmoil the deep slow currents of traditional wisdom and public decency still run.

Sigmund, Carl and Alfred call us back into those deeper waters in this post, followed by another post in which SC&A let us read two emails received in response to the first post. All three are stories of personal encounters. SC&A conclude the first with this passage:
Over time, we learned an important lesson. Simply recognizing our faults or shortcomings, does not mean we have matured or learned enough, or put what we have learned, into the right perspective.

It is only by incoporating into our lives, not just the ideas, but tangible actions, that prove we are indeed better. Our actions are the real indicators of what we have learned.
What SC&A are describing is integrity, and it's a word we don't value enough. I bet you had an encounter with someone very similar to one of the three individuals in these stories. People matter, and they have the most influence when they meet as individuals and not as part of a group. I think all three of the writers describing these encounters are lucky because they possess a big enough spirit not to hide from the individuals they met and the lessons they learned.

Reading these three stories is not emotionally easy, but I think it is time very, very well-spent. It's not possible for me to explain the way I see the mysterious network of relationships and causation in which we live our lives, but I don't have to - SC&A is providing the examples.


Comments:
We are the Blorg. Resistance to the Truth is Futile.
 
I would definitely say that for this past flu-ridden week I resembled some sort of very primitive life form called the "Blorg". Also, resistance to the virus did appear quite futile.
 
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