Living True - August 20, 2011

In my explorations of the good, the true, and the beautiful, the older meaning of true is coming forward. That sense of a wheel being balanced, running true or straight. This makes sense that there is truth in the precise connectedness of parts that create a being, a self, a unit of some sort that is wobbly, in tension, unstable, versus one that is running true, slicing through with minimal energy, a hot knife through butta’.