Acceptance is the stuff of legends, of lies passed between relative strangers.
Unconditional is uniformly coveted and nearly extinct. Conditional is uniformly offered and nearly always lacking; it has its undoing before a thing has begun.
We who are always looking ahead, to the ending at the beginning, or looking back, to the beginning from the ending.
Distance is what each of these requires. We must step out of a moment to see it, whether clearly or not. A thing must be held at a distance to be evaluated, compared, measured.
And by the time we are through with a thorough examination, it is likely the subject will be cold—if not dead.
©2010 Sandra Davidson