Transformation:
the longer I
swim
in it (that's a veiled reference to the
classicair to a
bird,
water
to a fishkoan),
the
easier
it is for me to forget that a) not everyone
swims
in it, and moreover b) the
context
in which I
swim
is most likely invisible to those not
swimming
in it. It's
easier
to
speaktransformation
with those already
swimming
in its
waters
(an endeavor sometimes referred to as "preaching to the choir").
Speakingtransformation
with those who aren't, is another order of
business
entirely. Not a worse order. Not a better order. Not a wronger order.
Not a righter order. Just a distinct order. And if
transformation
is anything at all, it's a distinction.
I could
saytransformation
(ie
beingtransformed)
is to
know
(ie is to
directly experience)
who you really are.
But then again, without providing the
full,
rich
body of distinctions,
backgroundideas,
and abstracts on and from which this
experience
is built (all of which require
time
and
committedlistening),
it can be glossed over and naïvely dismissed with "I don't need
that: I already
knowwho I am:
I'm
Joe
Sixpack!" (or whomever), missing a most valuable
point
entirely. Yet if it weren't ripe for dismissal, I could indeed
say
it
comes
down to that. I could
saytransformation
is the genesis of a
newrealm
of
possibility,
which can also be glossed over and naïvely dismissed with "A-Ha!
Positive
thinking. I'm a big fan of Norman Vincent Peale.". Yet if it
weren't ripe for dismissal, I could indeed
say
it
comes
down to that. I could
saytransformation
is the space in which the event
"transformation"
occurs. But
look:
that's
vintage Erhard.
And these hypothetical
people
don't have
access
to
Werner
yet, remember? So it can also be glossed over and naïvely
dismissed with "Whaaat ...?!". Yet if it weren't ripe for
dismissal, I could indeed
say
it
comes
down to that.