The world is complex and noisy. The true man is simple and quiet.
We routinely hear people say, “People are complicated.” This is not actually true. Ego is complicated.
Forgiveness is sometimes cast as an achievement requiring the assistance of a priest or bartender. But forgiveness obviates effort. Indeed, if effort is required, it means you haven’t forgiven. You’re hauling a suitcase full of broken bricks. You set it down. Your body thanks you.
Joy is loosely held by the commonplace, the simple and the ordinary. Dogs have this down. Babies, too. In a not unrelated development, micro-dosing is now a primary feature of West Coast culture.
The further down the path we go, the quieter it gets. Being waxes, doing wanes.