We value wholeness. We value perfection. We visualize these as one and the same. We value whatever the eyes and mind choose to believe is visually appealing. We look for coherency. We impose logic.
But what if brokenness is all there is? What if all our brokenness serves, like the pieces of a puzzle, to bring us together, and what if we allowed the puzzle not to have an edge, a border, a frame? What if the puzzle, too, in its wholeness, always remained broken? Such instability, such a state of unfinishedness may trouble some.
But today, I propose that we see brokenness–our collective brokenness–as offering a vast opportunity for building a still unimaginable structure that will always be in a state of incompletion, like a puzzle without borders.
In the holes, the cracks, the splits, we plant love, kindness, compassion, respect. We consider that light might enter, and we consider that darkness might, too, still remain. We choose to look into the void, we choose to inhabit empty space and to allow that space to hold us within it, to not be afraid of it.
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