There is great comfort in learning more and knowing less. Reflecting on the 'certainties' of earlier knowing that have fallen to the wayside with new learning. That which was certain, that wall that was so tall or big now, in later times a picket fence or short rock wall that can be looked over or even stepped over in this greater or more learned, more grown, more larger perspective. The parts, learned earlier as certain facts have not been erased. They have just gathered greater persecutive. They may only be a knowing that fits a small set of facts and, in a larger setting, be something very, very different. Not wrong, just not all of the picture.
To that, there is great comfort. The more I learn the less I 'know.'
Someone has beaten down a door that was locked. After it was beaten down, a general looting of the contents of the room has occurred. The door, splintered and broken, is not held closed with temporary measures. The door no longer holds within but has been sundered and that is not looted away.
Someone has beaten in and stolen. It does not feel very good to be the one from whom a 'thing' has been looted. It does not feel very good to have been invaded. It reminds that there is a vast difference between the breaking and looting of a place versus a soul.
It is bliss to have then, that beaten down door put back in, for the moment, wounded form, and to know that the village has assembled to close that beaten door.
Gathered at the dining room table, late in the night, there is a grace and peace in clarifying the difference between home, family and things. So often, it is the things that take the greatest focus. Tonight, or now, last night, it was the gathering in of family and village to remember that, the core is just so. A core. Warm in love and care. The door is beaten down. Things have been taken. And what remains is the essence of love, care and home. With great thanks.
Issues, Facts, Analysis, and Recommendation... Song line rising. Eleven lines. A key signature. A time signature. Basic melody. A harmony or counter melody. A bass line. Perhaps a contrapuntal form... Issues, facts, analysis, and recommendation. When a system is placed in operation, a song line, the elements of that system play in the greater space of instrument, voice, drum and agreed forms.
Issues, facts, analysis, and recommendation. What is the issue? What are the facts. When analyzed, is there a comprehensive form or idea that comes, that emerges? Does that then recommend a course of or an approach to...?
The mule kicks in the door. All the horses rush out of the barn. Then, the mule, pulls the door shut to enjoy all of the horses' food. Grain and hay, set out for those foolish horses, who, have run out through the open door. The mule kicks in and the closes the door after the horses have all run away.
Issues, facts, analysis and recommendation. As a result, we need to have a door alarm to tell us, after the fact, that the door has been kicked in. Or out as the case may be. That way, we can provide more grain and hay for the mule. For, the horses all rain onto the road and will not be coming back. For they are destined for a different place.
Issues, facts, analysis and recommendation. Once the system is engaged, are the elements that drive the system in a public way, really the elements that drive the system? If so, one path, on recommendation. If not, perhaps a different bliss.