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This is bigger than me.  And it’s bigger than my level of comprehension or understanding.  I’m not so sure I’d want it any other way.  I suppose in a way, it’s good.  In order for it to have appeal there has to be an element of intrigue, of mystery.  It’s what drives me and pushes me on.  It’s what makes me ask.  It’s what makes me care.

Truth be told, it’s bigger than all of us—still, all good.

We’ve got to trust that what we’re doing will eventually move us toward understanding–not full, just better–and the understanding will lead to community.

Difficult words for rigid mindsets.  Staid tenets unwilling or unaccepting will always be divisive.  Caustic and ever eroding, widening chasms to the point that a bridge is not only unfeasible but unattainable.  Determinations need be made regarding the value of that fight.

My time in this is for me, to the extraneous.  It is also for those whom I hold close.  I will not assume your position nor shall I eschew mine.  To do so would be contrary to my essence and detrimental to the values that I hold to be true.

By design, our ideologies should be converging, moving towards a mutual understanding.  A mutual acceptance.

They are not.

And I’m not gonna fight about it.  Because this is bigger than us and I am better than that.

Fortunately, I do not answer to you–nor you I.