ON BEING
This could easily be a photograph of a winding road in Northern Ireland. The winding, the variety of greens, the stone fence, the economy of a road without any shoulder all serve to lead us to our conclusion. And yet all might lead us to the wrong conclusion. It is "Monks Road" in Kentucky. I wonder if we, in our lives, aren't sometimes like this photograph; wondering if sometimes when people see us, that they are misled. Do others see us and assume one thing, when something else is true? And what about us-ourselves? Is there a way in us--or are there parts of us--that on close inspection, upon serious reflection are not true of us, or not true of us anymore yet we continue behaving the same, continue going through the motions? Are we living our real lives? I'm not offering a value judgment. I'm not saying we are disingenuous. What I am saying is that when there is a picture in our mind sometimes its easiest even seemingly most natural to continue li