I think my advantage was being raised on the edge, between nature and culture.

Around more horses and cattle than people, as the 5th of 6 kids, I basically had to take a back seat to all the opinions being argued over and realized they were just the surface of a reality that was much deeper. I consider myself more a horse listener, than horse whisperer.

Not just opinion, but thought itself is a function of focus, but when we just melt into the background, we sense much more. Then how that deeper reality drove people, but they didn't understand it and tried to control it, which has the opposite effect, of making them ever more confined and defined by their machinations. It's like telling ourselves little lies, because it seems easier, but then we have to keep backing them up and building on them.

The rules of nature do bend, but they don't break. Then they snap back. Reality checks.