May 25, 2010
The statement from last week’s reader, “It’s clear sailing now,” gave rise to this image: The act of getting born is also the act of leaping into an unfathomable abyss. You are still falling in that abyss, although there are opportunities to create wings as you fall.
You create your wings with every situation you encounter, every choice you make, every thought you think. When you are open and undefended, your wings are marvelous instruments of soaring beauty, and the abyss is a place of wonder. When you are defended (and you know that defendedness can take a myriad of forms) your wings don’t support you well, and the abyss seems a foul place.