We’re ready to die. We have no attachment to life. We’re tired of life. We’re ready to say, Let it be your will.
If we felt, really feel, our mediocrity, what then? Might something really happen then? If we experienced, really experienced our despair at our idiocy, might we not be idiots anymore?
Is our idiocy a wanting to change? Is our despair a prayer? Do we merely wallow in our stupidity, dwell in it, rather than actually want to be transformed?
To experience our stupidity genuinely, sincerely. To actually want to be transformed.
To have a thought, a single thought. The simplest thought. Even if it’s only the purest thought of our stupidity.
A prayer to be what we are not.
This is our chance, away from Cicero. Now that Cicero’s gone.
Our chance for what?
To find out who we are. To find out what we can do. To find out what we want.
Work in Progress 