Central: (adj) at the center, of the greatest importance
Is there a center to a box? I always consider a center to be associated with a circle. I suppose you could find the center of a square. Of course you can.
There’s a central theme to almost every occupation.
But trying to discover what is central to the human race is difficult because people keep trying to “mash down” the circle.
Some human beings believe it’s their mission to disrupt everything, and therefore provide a climate of chaos wherein allegedly, sense and reason will emerge triumphantly.
I was halfway through writing that sentence and it sounded stupid.
To find deeper truth, some truth has to be honored–otherwise there is no path.
When we begin to question what is central, we start doubting the circle of the Earth and the wholeness of us as a people. That seems dangerous.
We might accidentally start threatening one another with nuclear weapons, or shooting down innocent people in the street–simply because we’ve forgotten what’s central.
Central to our race is a very simple idea: I have to leave you alone and let you be who you are while simultaneously letting you know I care.
It’s a little tricky.
Because if I let you know I care by interfering with who you want to be, then I’ve broken the central theme.
If I leave you to yourself to pursue your avenues but you know I do so because I have no interest in you, then I’ve also failed.
It is that amazing place we land–where we are tolerant, but vigilant.
I love you enough to let you be who you want to be while simultaneously standing guard to make sure you don’t hurt yourself or fail to miss an opportunity.