Moderate men don’t try to control what happens. Why? They don’t mind what happens. They’re imbued with a beneficial indifference to life on the outside. They welcome what comes. They release what goes. They accept what is. “The poor you will always have with you,” Jesus said, “but you will not always have me.”
We hop off the rat wheel of win/work/compete/control when we realize that more success has nothing to teach us, that our weaknesses are points of access to the mystery of who we are.
Where love is suppressed, something explodes. Sometimes an institution. Other times a person.
A peculiarity of our species is its reflexive need to make one individual responsible for what happens: Smith’s slap, Putin’s war. The concept of personal responsibility contests the truth that we are not in control, things happen as they must, and everything causes everything
The word relationship refers neither to me nor to you but to the space between us. Human relationships may be navigated, as we do when walking along crowded city streets, but not controlled.