Some folks think it’s hilarious when a big man like me sits down in a chair and it collapses. It’s why I have to judge furniture much too harshly–“spaciously” profiling it.
Yet it has taught me a lesson–to pay careful attention to ideas that keep popping up, which certainly will not withstand the weight of
human involvement. After all, human interaction comes in three forms:
Every idea has to be able to survive all three things, or it will collapse.
I often feel that way about politics. It collapses under the pressure of being questioned and challenged–dare I say, attacked?
Entertainment and entertainers are certainly way too fragile, and hide behind their make-up.
And religion collapses like a cheap lawn chair the minute real human conflict comes sitting.
What makes me collapse?
What makes me give in?
Where are my weaknesses?
What warning should you receive about my possibility for folding up?
All things human have to survive support, criticism and attack.
And truthfully, whenever I can’t, I need to get the hell out of the way and make room for better ideas.
If we were raising a generation of young souls prepared to withstand such scrutiny, maybe our future would be brighter. Perhaps it’s where we should begin.
If we could take every child born on Earth under the age of twelve, and teach him or her how to support, withstand an attack, and keep perspective during criticism, we might secure another hundred generations of human beings.