“A hunter that is worth his salt does not catch game because he sets his traps, or because he knows the hunting routines of his prey, but because he himself has no routines. This is his advantage. He is not at all like the animals he is after, fixed by heavy routines and predictable quirks; he is free, fluid, unpredictable.”
Carlos Castaneda

Journey to Ixtlan

3 Thoughts on Idiocy

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1: There are idiots.

I understand idiocy as a lack of integrity between what one knows and what one does. If I know “better” and yet act “lesser” that, in my mind, makes me an idiot. So when I say that someone is an idiot I don’t mean it in a pejorative way … I am simply saying that I perceive that person as being untrue to him/her higher-self. As I write this I  realize that this conclusion seems to go against the accepted definition … to me an idiot is not really self-involved but rather insufficiently involved with one-self.

2: I can be an idiot too.

I believe we live in a world where some people have more access to “better” then others. I consider myself a fortunate individual … I’ve had plenty of access to “better” in my life. I now live amongst people who, for the most part, have not been as fortunate as me. This leads to many situations in which I perceive them doing things I know to be “lesser” … things that I know can be done “better”. There is still in me an old (and apparently angry) habit that thinks of them as idiots. But when I actually pause and think about it I realize that I am the one without integrity. That I know better does not mean that they know better however that I know that they don’t know better means I should. I am an idiot for expecting them to behave based on what I know.

3: No, I am my own teacher

If I do happen to misperceive idiocy in someone else and in doing so dicover my own idiocy that doesn’t nake that other person a “teacher” (thinking that merely confirms my idiocy). That makes me my own teacher.

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