Imagine the worst possible situation to be in. Really dig deep and put it in your mind, letting the feeling of the situation suck it right into your soul like holy weather, and breathe out the fire of absolute certainty. You’re hosed.
You can conjure this in your own mind, surely – everyone’s got their Waterloo, their Kryptonite, their Chappaquidick, their done ran out of road ain’t go no options. If you don’t know what yours is, chances are your ride or die buddies know. What was it Dirty Harry said (and I’ll say it the way it should have been said), “A person’s got to know their limitations.” We all have them, no matter how hard we try to make sure nobody else ever knows what they are. And that’s a lot to keep track of. I wonder which spiritual path really helps you let go of that?
So now you’re thinking about it, aren’t you? It’s become a serious topic of conversation; that defining moment of your life when you decide between what’s worth living for, and what’s worth dying for. In that precise moment of existence, that exquisite here and now that is the only time and space where anything actually happens, you have become your worst nightmare.
This, my friends, is a rock bottom beneath which there lies no further shore. Further down than this, it’s really Nothing.
Now: see yourself laughing lightly under your breath, a sense of something having gone absolutely right, and saying with a wry chuckle in an aside to the motion picture audience, “Well, at least we’re not living with Nazis.”
04 APR 2025
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