Ideals are not absolutes. Until we come to terms with that, it's just puppies chasing their tails.

The universal is the elemental, not some metaphor for whatever bedevils us.

The spiritual absolute is the light shining through and animating the film, not the images on it.

Good and bad are not some cosmic conflict, between the forces of righteousness and evil, but the basic biological binary of beneficial and detrimental. The 1/0 of sentience.

What is good for the fox, is bad for the chicken.

Sometimes too much good can be bad, as some bad is educational, if it doesn't kill us.

The price we pay to feel, is that some is pain.

The price we pay to think, is that some is chaos.

And sometimes the order can be oppressive.

The problem is not nature, but our own ignorance.

We are linear, object oriented creatures, be it a rock or a book, in a cyclical, circular, reciprocal, feedback generated reality and sometimes we need to pull our heads out of the texts and take a walk in the woods. Maybe even the places we have to look out for the bears. Too much safety makes us weak.

We all rise and fall. Otherwise it would be a flatline.

Which is worse, to love and lost, or to never love at all?

Which would God chose?