metanoia's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Moving Fences We live in a world where everything is possible. A world of possibilities! Hey, it's backed by science! A world of infinite possibilities and no absolutes. So why do we focus only on what is probable and what we like to think as "finite"? It's "safer", I suppose. It gives us a little security in this big, scary world. The brain - at least my brain - likes boundaries. It patrols my mythical boundaries like a doberman, guarding the perimeter. Running the fenceline to keep out intruders. Besides the fence keeps me inside and safe. But what is beyond my self-imposed boundaries? More of the same? Something new? I won't know until I hop the fence, or remove it altogether. To have no boundaries, perhaps that is what insanity is. I can't just hang myself out there. I need boundaries to stretch against. But I could move my fence out a little bit, I suppose. 7:44 a.m. - 2009-11-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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