Those moments that mean something -- are precious, and turn one's whole life around. There was a moment when a woman put her hand in mind and all doubts about us as a couple evaporated into air. There was a moment when I felt the ping of intellectual enlightenment while teaching -- when I knew that I had to do this, that this teaching would be my life.
There were those moments too when I was touched by someone, or touched them, and I realized deep in my soul that this twosome was wrong. Such moments are incisive -- they are the real "Occam's Razor" on which life and morality hang. Living on that bladepoint, even for a scant second, allows one to see the future unfold, or the entire past left behind in vain. The blade edge of decision is always a possible turning point -- always a moment of great danger; because when it occurs we are vulnerable to error, to the "big mistake," to the ultimate betrayal, to doing a total injustice to someone so innocent that to do so would condemn the doer in anyone's hindsight.
We should never allow our behavior to defy or falsify our ultimate purpose in life. No behavior shoud divide us from our true self, the self that we imagine that we are. We are not paradigms of virtue -- or even repositories of honesty. We are what we are because we are the way we are. We do as we need to do because we desire to be true to what we are. So we are left with what is left -- what we imagine ourselves to be.
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