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Opinions do not offend me, throw me off guard, insult me, confuse me, infuriate me, threaten me, or make me in anyway uncomfortable. I love the opportunity to hear what someone else feels and thinks. Even greater than listening to the opinion behind skin, and teeth, and eyes, is to be invited below the subfloor of thought and feeling to the heart.
Asking a question shows interest, and the opinionated beg to be heard.
Ideas are hearts beating toward a destination.
Questions illuminate every choice step.
Equally fascinating is the person who, when asked his/her opinion, hands it over freely with literally no conviction whatsoever. The sky is simply blue, and the grass green; barely a blink - simply an utterance, loosely attached - if at all. Attached to what? Life with no constraints begs a question. But who is brave enough to ask - to listen?
Indifference is encouraged while passion is chided - even before little hands can grasp at shapes to hold.
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity."
The Second Coming - William Butler Yeats
Passion is fading while apathy swells. Can you hear it?
