Yesterday, I committed sixteen waking hours to the consumption of by my calculations, 10,000 pages concerning the nuances of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, with a hang over. Today I spent nine mostly waking hours devoted to the composition of a multi-lateral, comprehensive policy solution to this conflict. Why is it that I, who am not in possession of superior brain power or even an informed ability to grasp subtleties of international (or subnational) conflict, can find a solution in two days that the most brilliant minds in all of the world cannot find in decades of discourse. Yes, it is more complicated than that, but I do enjoy pretending to be a mastermind.
The other evening as I was applying my face so that I could leave my house I experienced a paradigmatic shift in my own personal philosophy. It was not necessarily the profound experience I was previously searching for, but it will suffice to bring me through the next few weeks. It is mainly compromised of a final denial of my own hyperinflated abilities (scholarly and otherwise), an embrace of my insignificance, and the acceptance of the will of others to impact my "fate". See? Nothing paramount, but I am simple minded and will relish this new clarity as long as it lasts.
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Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as the small dust of the balance: behold, He taketh up the isles as a very little thing.
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