I was sitting with my new friend on her living room couch, and I say to her, “you’re not a witch.”
Yes I am, she says.
You’re not a witch, I say.
If someone can be a Christian or Muslim or Jew, why can’t I be a witch?
Maybe you are a witch. Nah, you’re not a witch.
And so it goes for awhile until we agree that she’s a Jewess practicing witchcraft. We also talk about her attraction to “the mystery,” and I agree that it is very attractive. But the mystery also obscures. It obfuscates. It’s beautiful in many ways — who isn’t drawn in to mystery? — but it also eviscerates the search for truth. As objective as it can be, which, as we know, is mostly subjective. But the mystery really can throw a smokescreen over what might otherwise be visible, and for that reason alone, I’m also repelled by it.
Doesn’t it cut both ways? I agree that truth is mostly subjective (and quite important), but sometimes it’s truth that’s used as a smokescreen to eviscerate the search into the mysteries. There’s room for everyone at the table, nu? Our minds can probably handle many more layers of truth than we currently have access to, and sometimes, just being open to the possibity makes all the difference.
I agree wholeheartedly. Openness is the difference.