Core: (n) the center of anything.
“At the core…”
I’ve used this phrase all my life.
To me, the core has always represented the purity—the genesis—of an idea or substance.
Yet an apple core is tossed away.
The core of the Earth is ablaze with fire and molten rock.
But without the core of the apple, you have no seeds for future apples. And from my understanding, without the molten core of the Earth, the whole balance of our ecosystem is upset.
I’ve heard people talk about core values. What are core values? Are they things I think are important, that you might not? Or are they things that are important to everybody? And what would those be? And if they do exist, why aren’t we talking more about them?
For instance, are there a variety of ways to tell the truth?
Is there a core approach to being accepting of others?
I would love to sit down and chat about what produces the seeds of life inside us and keeps the fires burning.
I have two core values—two cores to my center, two central intelligence agencies within me, which are irrefutable and cannot be changed.
The first one is that I am often wrong.
Without this core, I naturally begin to believe I am right. This is not only obnoxious but has historically proven to be dangerous.
The second core is no one is better than anyone else.
I have been around people who argue this point. They believe some people are born evil, others blessed.
But I contend that allowing ourselves this piece of nonsense always leads to bigotry, anger and war.
Yeah—I guess those are my two core values:
I’m often wrong.
And we’re all the same.