When speaking live another day by being tactful. When writing live for the eternal by piercing with the sword of truth. Theano

We all have our ways of finding inner peace and lessening the turmoil that life hands us in buckets. The forest provides many avenues of doing this. The landscape is full of spiritual symbols from all religions. You can choose to ignore them, explore them, or meditate on your own. No matter which spot I choose the ruins look vaguely Christian and Gnostic, the playground's chakra stones, the lotus flower of Eastern thinking, the white figures on the hill , the large humming om sound tree for us druid's at heart and many more I sense the divine folly of our ways.
If I do not accept the other symbols and learn toleration I am a fool. If I insist on only one area of the forest being holy, I miss the beauty of all the others and I am a fool. If I bow down in worship to all symbols and do not choose a path, I am still a fool. No matter which line of thinking I take I am a fool in someone's eyes or perspective. We are all fools before God or gods.

Desiderus Eramus Roterodamus explored it best. His name means longing desire of the beloved in Rotterdam. In Reformation he took the middle path and right and left raged against him. Yet he prevailed by writing. His best known work was In Praise of Folly where the arguments are laid out beginning with sexuality between men and women to pointing the finger at the religious powers that be. Folly is described as a woman who in all her opinions and foolishness has a central core of wisdom and accepts the paradoxes as they are and will ever be. Once this divine womanly Folly has her say she forgets it was ever said. Maybe life, and religion or no religion is not about the rightness of our ways but about our follies. God laughs and laughs and laughs. We are the ones in our foolishness think we are anything but fools.