I have a library consisting mostly of books about common sense. There was a time when I trusted common sense. I no longer do that. While I like common sense, I have no confidence in it to produce meaningful results. It does not work. It has no power, no authority.
I also have books about God. I have no better results with them. Nor with God.
What I have confidence in is the Yellow Brick Road, the Scarecrow, the Cowardly Lion, the Tin Man, and the Wizard of Oz. And, oh yes, the Ruby Slippers.
I have confidence in the Jimmy Stewart film, It’s a Wonderful Life. He was crazy too, and he showed us the value of being crazy.
I have come to accept that absurdity is the key to success, to progress. It is an invitation to be real, whatever that means. Being real demands that we reject what we counted on to define ourselves. We were wrong. Misguided. We must take a chance on something unproven. At least, unproven to us.
I welcome your thoughts, especially if you disagree with me.