1. There is something fundamentally wrong/bad/broken about our lives
And/or
2. If we could just name names, all will be fixed.
Either of these are uselessly circular - endless struggle and suffering.
I had a dream last night in which I started a righteous argument by trying to place blame. It all escalated from there, and I soon remembered there's no backing down from a bad beginning. And that's not even a published manuscript, just a dream in my head. A parable reminder of how painful and self-defeating that is.
But there is another kind of endlessness. In contemplating basic goodness this morning, in pondering something my mind believes but heart still struggles to grasp: that humans, that all beings are fundamentally good, ok, as is - the image of ouroboros came to mind. The snake eating its own tail.
I have often thought of the ouroboros as a sign of futility, but a little research showed me its natural positivity and flow (see in image above).
That fine edge between wisdom and neurosis, right here in our own stories.
