A letter...or rambling. What's the difference?
I am utterly dependent on this world, and it is completely indifferent to me. Yet, I love and protect this form and the world despite my insignificance.
My personal philosophy...how redundant "personal" and "philosophy". All imagine-ings are personal and all imagine-ings are philosophies. But I digress because I am arguing, and arguing is simply displaying ignorance.
Oh well.
My philosophy of life is - I don't know - but I recoil at this negative. Mostly because it's true.
Let me attempt again...my personal philosophy is - my morality (of which I have none) and my spirituality are for me, not for me to finflict on others or as a standard by which any human should live.
Telling other people how to live...there are others better endowed for such tasks than me.
Social work is patchwork. What social work do you want me to do? Patchwork is not for me. Nisargadatta said those words. He's so smart.
I am. Therefore, I "exist" in name and form albeit painful...but I love it.
Today, I finished the mulch corral. Pieced together from metal roofing off the old mailshed and culls of old cedar decking from the neighbor. Leftover paint integrate the panels into the background.
I do not socialize because I do not hold others accountable for my lack. At the time of that writing, the concept was reasonable. Now, I question its verity.
I wish there was a better way to end a letter, but there's not. And wishing is not a strategy.
