Tuesday, March 24, 2020
I sometimes wonder if gaining wisdom isn’t as hard as I’ve thought. Perhaps it’s like simply opening my inner eyes and looking through the very wide windows inside me. The problem is that there seem to be countless other windows inside me – tiny, narrow ones – and I spend most of my time squinting through those, always seeing only obstacles and endless mazes. Perhaps wisdom comes when we turn to the wide windows, the endlessly wide ones, and see the truly vast panorama of reality. The scenery of my life sometimes seems surrounded by borders and restrictions, as though I’m living in a small and mystifying maze, but wisdom occasionally wakes me up, and then I can look through its vast, wide-open windows and see how immeasurable my life and all lives really are. It’s like suddenly standing on the summit of Mt. Everest and seeing reality, all of it, spread out in endless vistas below me. That’s what wisdom does when I simply open up life and look through the right windows.
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I see openings in each of these scenes from this morning’s walk on the hills of Mystic:



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