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Change My Mind

What do you think it really takes to convince someone about anything? I don’t mean to the level where they’re nodding their head, flashing a smile, or clinking their drink to yours in a display of temporary solidarity. I mean convince someone: change their mind, their point of view, their way of seeing the world. Touch their inner core, self, soul, atman.

It’s not like selling them a used car. It can’t be. The stakes are so much higher, and the consequences may be in that moment, and for many more thereafter, profound, lasting, and of monumental importance.

Especially when you’re dealing with a species you’ve been told are self-focused, narcissistic, hedonistic, opportunistic, and worst of all, just not all that interesting. This is a way-station after all, a proving ground, a temporary assignment, a pit stop or slight detour on the way to something better. Convincing anyone of anything at all, even given infinite time, space, and energy to achieve it, is no walk in the park.

That’s why charlatans are so effective: just like a great ballet dancer or singer or athlete makes it look so easy, so effortless, a con artist makes the lies and empty promises and misdirection seem so simple, guileless, and without visible support that they are the spoonfuls of sugar that make the medicine go down. But not all that glitters is gold; not every drug is a medicine. Some are deadly poison.

Most really good evangelists know to work the room, but more importantly, they know how to pick the room. Preaching to the choir is a lot easier than preaching in the wilderness. At a minimum, there’s better cell coverage. And where you can connect to the world, you have a message. Messages, however, are a lot like drugs. Only some have medicinal value.

Do you have what it takes to do the convincing? What would it take to convince you? Maybe you think those two are different ends of the same stick. Maybe you don’t. But whether you believe in that kind of cosmic balance or you don’t, when you pick it up, it’s the whole stick. Don’t ever expect anyone to ever be a bigger pushover than you, because it’s one thing to be stubborn about something, but it’s quite another to keep beating yourself on the head with it.

It’s a big job.

19 APR 2025

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What Remains is Greater

It matters not how much the wind may blow,
nor if the seas should rise up through the floor;
the anchor of my craft is sunk below,
and I am to this spot moored evermore.

Should this fierce season flail its storms at me
and seek to wrest my hold from this small spot,
to face the torrent is my destiny;
what comes, if good or bad, shall be my lot.

‘Tis not an act of courage, or last stand,
but simply put, I’ve realized to run
is just as futile; what good are new plans
that rest on such foundations? I’ve begun

to realize the import of a place:
it rests not in its grand design or sport,
but rather in the nature of its space,
that finds in such small things such great import.

What if the ship is wretched loose from its chain,
its timber torn asunder in the fray?
Despite the great destruction, what remains
is greater than what’s lost. And so, I stay.

27 AUG 2005

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