In the soul’s gymnasium, it’s not what a man does that matters; it’s what he stops doing.
We are mostly untutored in the essentials—death, loss, temporality and diminishment. Grief is ego’s response to an existential fact: “Everything passes / Everything changes.” It’s an unwillingness to let go of what’s gone.
Here’s something I’ve never heard a man say: “I feel like I need to think more.” Men know the lure of less. They’re generally aware that much of what goes on upstairs is nuttier than a squirrel’s diaper.
The model of more and bigger has collapsed. At the heart of the new consciousness: less and smaller. We can hear it now, its binaural beat, birthed in groans too deep for words
Exalted are the gentle.
I will hazard that Socrates was better understood by his contemporaries than he is by us. Consider this depth charge: “True wisdom comes to each of us when we realize how little we understand about life, ourselves, and the world around us.”