(Ir)religiosity

So saith I.  You may find this frustrating.  But if you plan on going through my old posts to use them against me or to prove that I am being contradictory let me tell you that you are wasting your time.  I reserve the right to change my mind and to blatantly disagree with myself in my writing.  As I see it, I am a walking, talking ball of inherent tension and contradictions that somehow manages to be functional (or maybe not!).

Flux is life, I think.  There is not stasis.  Anyone who doesn’t plan on changing her mind is a bit naive I think.  I know, it is frustrating.  We lambaste our politicians for doing this all the time (I don’t deny, by the way, that some of them do it for political reasons).  I wonder why.  Why do we have such a problem with persons changing their mind?  Do we not expect them — especially our elected officials — to live and to learn, and to grow, and to perhaps revise their thinking in light of new experiences?

I’ll just come right out and say it:  if I’m not changing my mind, if I’m not learning from experience and revising my thinking, if I’m not disagreeing with my former self in light of the undeniable flux that takes place, then I am dying.  Pure and simple.  It means that I have traded thinking for dogmatism and in doing so I’ve murdered my intellect.

So this is my disclaimer.  I confess to you that I do not know who I am, that I am in a sense confused by the mystery that is myself.  I fully admit to you that if you read me hard enough you will find errors, contradictions, discrepancies, and inconsistencies.  And I’m okay with that.  It means that I am alive and that I am human.  It means that I am finite and always open to revision.

I think there is a word for that.

I think we call it beauty.