The virtues are an absence before they are a presence. Courage is the absence of fear, innocence of lust, humility of pride. And what is this purifying fecundity, this mothering absence? Love, actually.
It is devoutly to be wished that humans will be spared the ignominy of a return to normal. We can’t afford normal. Business as usual, often called progress, is what detonated this catastrophe.
When something changes in the outer world, psychic automatism compels us to judge it as bad or good. On the inner level, all changes are potentially helpful. Any judgement is misleading and irrelevant.
Personality derives from the Latin for “theatrical mask.” Can we change our personality, fix or improve it? I would land softly on the side of ‘no’ and suggest our real work lies elsewhere.
When a condition is unconditionally accepted, it changes. If it isn’t, we suffer. Acceptance escorts us to the intersection of “Change It” and “Leave It.” No one lives there because waiting is dying.