at odds :: prev :: next :: (thinking... wondering... reflecting...) Who I am is at odds with the post-modern universe From time to time who I am is unavoidable Who I am wrestles to face the day and to rise and walk powerless. Did I ask to be who I am? Did some cosmic forethought of my personage examine mankind and pick and choose those qualities thought to be most admirable? And did I then petition the Father saying, His will over all yet if I might could I be made like this? Dash it all to my common sense, let not reason prevail! Who is that speaking, saying, "Move outside of what’s comfortable, dare to be displaced..." But is it about comfort? Does not the artist feel in his own when faced with a blank canvas? Then why would he seek to be a merchant? Does not the orator find comfort before the crowd. Why then would he desire to sweep floors? And the craftsman is consoled by the feel of wood in his hands. Would he not be foolish to forsake it? I seek not to change but fulfillment, I look not towards what is foreign but to purpose, I argue not that my plight comes from purity, For purity is something only afforded the innocent. I have always said that I feel like I’m on the outside, but perhaps now I know. © 1999 (23 january) john r. chase
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