The probing question by seminal Quaker George Fox, in a setting totally foreign to his comprehension, leads to the mystery of what makes something constantly new after any so many encounters.
Say a route you retrace daily. What do you discover for the first time today?
A spouse or a child, even more so.
And yes, a passage of Scripture or music.
Or whatever else is on your plate.
“They’re all bad,” meaning politicians – well, the ones YOU (the speaker) vote for usually are. It’s no excuse to smear mine.
There’s no excuse for mediocrity.
Or lowering the bar, is there?
Could it be the more you discover, the less you know?
Even about me?
Of course, you can exclaim, What an asshole!
Mommy! I’ll be quiet!
What can I possibly do and still be me?
Even at my age?
no straight lines, only the spiral endlessly reconfiguring