I used to think I knew Everything

I used to think I knew everything.  I remember one day, coming home from one of my first well paid jobs, I was only twenty-six at the time, but felt I’d grown up as far as I could…and that then, at that point, I knew everything.  Hmmm, I certainly knew how to make money, how to indulge, how to fool myself on many levels, but actual knowing, knowledge, of that I had very, very little.

Now, some years later, having helped publish The New Agora, and communicated much other information, over quite a span of time, the relief felt as I realized I knew less and less, down to just about nothing, except that honesty, truth and love are for me at least, important, to put it lightly.

As I become more aware of the lies that filled my life, almost from first breath to yesterday’s dinner about health, history, mystery, possibility, energy, food, allergies, disease, medicine, beliefs & truth, language, light and even honesty and love, well…my personal happiness is soaring with this particular growth in perspective.

Specifically, literally, except for my personal feelings, which I even must keep a rather close eye on…by questioning everything, I am finding that my happy destiny is truly unavoidable.