What you’ve been told is likely what someone else was once told and so on. It doesn’t make it one bit truer than the rest. A little truth is a very dangerous thing to wave around. People go about wagging their pretty bright pieces of the truth in everybody's faces, until someone feels like the devil and punches them in their teeth for it. You can only take so many pin points of light before you start to hope for a bit of darkness somewhere. All I’m saying is things on this world aren’t all black or white and neither is the accepted wisdom of the day. Be careful what you think you are hearing before you act on it. Better listen to your own deepest feeling. Do you trust yourself enough to open that window? What you’ve been told is not necessarily your own witnessed horizon. Don’t always believe what you’ve been told. People are grinding axes on the little truths they have hold of all the time. It doesn’t make it any easier to vote or lift your eyes.
What you’ve been told to believe is probably a lie or some smaller version of the whole truth and nothing but the truth. What you’ve been told is someone acting in a play. What you’ve been told is a kind of poverty. What you’ve been told is a cleverly disguised mirror. What you’ve been told is a mob of villagers with their torches held up high against the stars. What the world needs now is the same deep commitment to love and joy it’s always needed. That’s the best place to start your grail search from. Some part of you knows better than to believe the worst. Yes hate is horrible, but so is misinformation, so is jealousy, so is the dishonest refuge of the land of mythological stumbling blocks, so is unkindness.
What you’ve been told is one printed thing. What you’ve been told is one measured day. Surely you don’t believe that’s all there is to this life, is it? Everything is illusion on some level according to the Buddhists, but what do they know? Our life is happening together on some level the mystics tell us. Scientists say we are nothing more than a motion painting of molecules amid strands of ancient neurotic DNA strings that vibrate into the chemical ether like lovesick violins. It’s a beautiful thought either way I suppose, if we find each other and this makes us smile.