“No more abstracts, now just outcomes,” said the archetype mother in a dream.
I would like to remind her that when I brandish my style of insecure ramblings in front of a group of outcasts I become more balanced for the imbalanced in the room who would prefer for me to be imperfect instead of balanced or imbalanced – to be an outcast instead of perfectly normal.
Normal to me is a struggle. It is not normal to know the outcome of what you say when you have said it a hundred times. It is more normal to say something new-to-you once and trust that the outcome will come back to you a hundredfold through the lips of those who are not outcasts but who instead would repeat it a hundred times to themselves before realizing they too are imperfect.
I think she was telling me to be simple and serenity will follow.
Francis Erich McElroy 