Love is rejecting any conceit of our own achievements. It rejects any willingness to impose power on those more vulnerable.
Humans have never before committed their collective life to this goal and purpose of love. Meanwhile always hoping that somehow the worst won’t occur; perpetually perplexed and disappointed when it does.
Not allowing someone their voice is claiming that you are crippled by the fear of what they might say.
Would good can possibly come out of surrendering to “this is the way it will always be, and you can’t change it.” Does that feed your soul? We do not have to accept this fate.
Old ways won’t open new doors.
