Lettered Betters, Part III

My local bank reminded me how to dream. Imagine that.

Curious thing about being Human: You don’t retain every bit of wisdom you’re ever faced with, the first time it faces you. Sometimes, you need reminders. It doesn’t quite matter where those reminders come from, only that they help you remember.

I have been trying to become a better implementer of dreams. This is ongoing work. It has led me to try time-management tricks and online TODO lists, and even more conversations with God, about how I might manage to follow through on some things.

It has been understandably messy. Being Human is messy, sometimes. We come into the world as a beautiful mess, and proceed to make a mess of ourselves and our environment – if we’re lucky enough to be healthy enough to get on with the business of immediate mess-making.

This tendency to approach life in a messy manner (that is, as though we are not in fact perfect machines, but rather perfectly imperfect ones) does not fundamentally change, it only becomes more under our general control – if we’re lucky enough to be healthy enough to get on with the business of being given more control.

The principles leading toward a better life often seem overly simple, yet strangely difficult. I like to think that it is perfectly possible for a person to thoroughly discover how to live a good life without having any access to any Internet, or formal education, or even a book.

You do need other people though… and while those other things help immensely (and somebody does need them, somewhere, I truly believe), provided we at least have each other to spread the hints and the word, the way forward will always be knowable to us, through our strange and common channels and channellings.