I spent time with a dear friend the other day and asked how things were going with his daughter.

He stiffened. “Well, she’s getting to be that age, you know.”

I didn’t know, so I asked. His answers were chopped, strained.

“Ah,” I thought to myself. “He’s not comfortable going here.”

I was a little smug about it, actually. It might have actually been true that he was uncomfortable, but the truth I can prove is much closer to home.

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I’m the one I see when I’m pointing that finger, however innocently.

I’m the one I see in the beauty around me.

There is no escape from ourselves, and therein is the key to liberation.