Self-Portrait

We human beings never seem to tire of wanting to tell others what to believe, how to believe, and even at what hours of the day or week they should practice those beliefs. It is a core dynamic that though often issuing from some original revelatory experience, becomes systematized to the point that in the end belittles other's individual experience by treating them like errant children; it has nothing to do with what lies behind the unutterable mystery of existence and everything to do with the command and control that the immature human psyche craves over others as a hoped for antidote to the unending vulnerability of existence. This piece was written many years ago as a way of beginning to claim back my own way of asking 'The beautiful question', often squeezed out and overwhelmed since childhood by the over bearing over privileged and over controlling questions of the so called, self-admiring and astonishingly self-satisfied, inherited, 'adult' world.