(In this blog, and others to follow, the ‘Infinite’ will be referred to as ‘I7’)
What do you want to eat? What do you want to do? What do you want to be? Good questions, but ones that have become so trite.
Every once in a while circumstances are such that I7 is allowed enough freedom to direct our path. Perhaps to an unexperienced local restaurant, a boardwalk stroll on some Caribbean island or a remote Guatemalan village.
The link at the bottom will direct you to a TED talk about a guy who turned his destinations over to randomness. An interesting decision that brings about novel experiences, but one that still circumvents the perfection that comes when the I7 is followed.
Again, we’re talking about that oh so hallowed ground upon which you walk. That territory that you have pieced together over all the years. A sacrosanct field of personal tenderness. The land to which only you have the key.
Has it become like a holding cell? Day after day repetition? Place your order, there it is – same old.
The ‘Answer’? Will not be found outside. The answer is the key you hold in your hand. Do you keep it held tightly in your fist, or finally hand it over to an Entity that really understands what to do with it?
Where do you want to go? What do you want to do?
It all comes down to the question. . .
who do you want answering those questions?
The Infinite 