Playing Fair and Being Kind

I’ve been quiet for the past several weeks, relatively speaking. With hurricanes, attendant grief and loss, as well as this latest unimaginable murder of people in Las Vegas I have been overwhelmed. There has been no moment to myself that has not been contaminated with outside violence or mayhem of some sort. I haven’t had a happy thought in a while. Nothing has been a dominating influence outside of what I’ve mentioned so far. Until just a minute ago.

I was mentally reviewing what I’ve experienced around the topic of approximation as it relates to argument and logic. I wasn’t getting far because I get hung up on where the boundary of good-enough is. I can’t seem to get past that point. However while I was performing a hygienic ritual my mind wandered to 1956 in downtown Boston. I had only a few months before graduated (escaped!) high school and…