Humanity is likability - a natural resting state. Each form a masterpiece of personality designed to intrigue and inspire, confuse and confound, astonish and amaze, expose and enlighten. "Unlikability" is judgment - commonplace, ordinary, and banal. Without imagination and stagnant, judgment weaves the same tapestry riddled from old threads, beaten with crippling ideologies and the stench of rotted dogmas long past their usefulness or even recognition. In the presence of judgment, unlikeable sits proudly in tattered clothes the foul smell of death emanating its aura.
Knowing toxicity easily passes from air to mouth to body to mind, my lips stay closed. "But judgment is a thought," you say, "occuring within - how do you get it out?" Thoughts are the entertainment of the mind. I need not pay attention, simply watch without judgment its activity. Indifference mellows and dissolves. Over time - those thoughts - dilute and are easily discernible as fear manifesting a lashing undeserved to both the thinker and the thought of. Fear is fine - let it be.
In the presence of all is being. From this state do I ask myself to live. To keep the lips at rest and watch with wonder the masterpiece unfolding in my midst as the genius of perfection dumbfounds me to the silence of closed lips.
