I write;I think;I know.

Where are the people in this?

It hurts sometimes. The things in my mind resolving themselves into expression. The things the world expects me to keep repressed. To keep bottled-up deep inside because it doesn't suit current perceptions of the way the things should be. I'm not as others, I see things differently, I react differently, even my insight is different. To me the world often appears greedy, selfish and hypocritical; a thing worthy of challenge. But, for me, it's never that simple.

Think about fairness for a moment. In a global context it's hard to do. So shrink it down. Consider two children attempting to share a chocolate cake. I say children because in the child's realm more cake is always better. One child takes a knife and divides the cake into two portions then hands one piece to the other child. A fight then erupts because the child who cut the cake has a bigger piece.

Soon an adult is forced to intervene to quell the ongoing conflict. Once an unsteady peace has been implemented the adult asks the child who cut the cake to consider the other child's point of view. It takes a while because the child just wants to have its cake and eat it. Eventually, however, the adult earns an admission that the original division was an unfairness. Without prompting the child then agrees to swap with the other and the matter is settled.

Before leaving the children to their own device the adult attempts to impart some wisdom. Highlighting that it is never possible to divide cake into identical pieces. Therefore, when cutting cake, one should balance the inner desire and divide the cake in an equitable manner. Ensuring that, in the final analysis, it does not matter which piece of cake you give or receive. By this time, however, the children are busy stuffing their faces with cake. So the adult is forced to accept that this seed of wisdom is not likely to take root for some time.

I'm sure any parent can identify with the allegory of the cake from an external perspective. But how many adults have faced-up to the little voice within still demanding a bigger slice of cake. As a child how many allowed the seed of wisdom shown in the story to take root within them. Certainly it is a seed that took root within me. One which has grown into an innate principle of fairness and benchmark of self insight. Before I may challenge any part of that which pains me I must flip the challenge around. Ensure that what I see is not merely a reflection of self mirrored in the world of my senses. Because if I don't I risk bringing harm to the child within me.