I disagree that we have the answers. I believe we have standards for what makes a good answer and it’s our job to hold clients to that standard.
It’s like how a college professor can’t write the essay that you can write, but they can definitely hold you to a certain standard to communicate your ideas and beliefs.
For the artist, the culmination of multiple perspectives, fused with self-reflection, gives birth to a realm of new sanity, a marriage between codes of the past and newly acquired knowledge.
What roles do you find yourself in, intentionally and unintentionally? What conditions and identities allow you to take up space in the way that you do? What power do you hold? What kinds of situations and conversations make you feel comfort and discomfort?
"The tension goes back to Abraham’s journey—is Abraham selected by God because he is already good and wise, or does Abraham only become good and wise by saying “yes” to God’s invitation to “leave yourself”? Why would God invite Abraham if Abraham were not already good and wise? A moderate answer to this question is that Abraham is not yet good and wise, but he is on the way to being so. He is an aspirer and is rewarded for his aspiration. The perfect reward for an aspirer is a journey to an unknown place, a journey to an achuza."
"Some people need the intensity of deprivation to motivate a desire to belong and lead; others are tired of the burden of assumed leadership and need to go their own way, drawing just outside the lines of their assigned place."
"My therapist would argue that I am doing better, that in the 50 minutes we have together every week, I make progress towards finding a version of myself that isn’t fixed but at peace. Within that empty space, I am shut off from the noise of the internet. I ignore the current trends and the discourses, and I tell her about my day. And it feels refreshing, she lifts the burden of being self-aware, or post-wounded, instead, I am merely a spectator. Watching myself from afar as I’m allowing someone else to do the thinking for once. In that space, my brain is shut off, and I am enshrouded in silence."