By-the-wind-sailor

Here on the sands of Miramar, so far from the fields where people vie for wealth and power, there is one thing I can afford to admit to myself that I never could before. I am confused; I do not have an answer to every question that comes my way.

In the past, I viewed this lack of certainty in myself as a sign of weakness. I yearned for an absolute truth, an ideology, something that would cover every contingency in my life, tell me what to think and how to behave. Searching, I read great poets and philosophers -  Lao-tzu, Thoreau, Tolstoy, Whigman, Shaw. I gathered them in with all their inconsistencies, paradoxes, and disharmonies. I discovered that each had a piece of the truth for me, and that in moments of need I could pick and choose. (…)

No I see that to be confused is to be strong. Confusion forces me to assess my situation, to move with care, to evaluate my progress and correct my course as I go along. There is no dogma, no ideology, no absolute truth for me to fall back on . It took me the better part of a lifetime to come to terms with what. But once I did, it set me free to explore the world and find out for myself what I believe.