Not So Divine Comedy

Boldness: the Power to speak or do what we intend,
before others, without fear or disorder

—John Locke, Essay on Human Understanding, 1695

We studied Mark in Bible class today. Jesus was asked to tell the folks what the greatest of the laws was. Paraphrased, He said love your Higher Power, guys. With all the strength and focus you can muster. And love your neighbor as much as you love yourself.

Tall orders, the both of them. About half the time I’m in a world of hurt and you want me to do what, HP? When I’m suffering, my self worth is in the ER and I’ll be damned if I can want to have the dude next door over to break bread when I’m sucking wind.

What comes to  mind is the massive sense of humor the Creator has to have. We assume He knows what the hell He’s doing. It follows that He purposely peopled the universe with folks that didn’t know what the hell they’re doing. So He sends His Son down so we can we ask Him what the hell to do. So He tells us.

I make it that, really, He’s saying “This is what you shoot for, people, and it’s long odds that you’ll get there, but soldier on.”

A classmate offers the notion that we are imperfect beings and it is important that we accept it. I’m OK with that, but it is empirically obvious to me that our imperfection creates the demand for improvement. I just notice that I’m worthless without some kind of pain-in-the-ass chore giving me the nudge. In this respect, I truly love my son-in-law, Chuck. Whenever he comes to the house, he walks through the door and says, “Give me something to do!” Super guy.

My pal, Peter, quoting The Buddha, I think, observes that the world is perfect as it is. Lao Tzu said, “Do you want to improve the world? I don’t think it can be done.” Well and good, but, based on how I feel about things, I would say that the world’s perfection is precisely the imperfectness that drives us to get out of bed in the morning and do something worthwhile. When I think to do that, I end up liking myself, which makes liking others fairly easy.

I posit that, in The Grand Scheme, we should be undertaking something that is hard to do. At least I hope that is the case. I aspire to be a competent futures trader. It is said that it takes ten thousand trades to get to competency. I dearly hope this is so. I have 9,800 now. I’m ready to be competent.

Actually, I’m grateful, profoundly so, for the call to be a trader. There is probably nothing I’m more naturally ill-suited for, so getting this far along with it is a great blessing.

I hope that you are equally blessed.




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