If there were nothing to improve, nothing to critique, nothing to become an activist about ... would the sky still be blue? Or would that be too scary?
I was thinking about writing and the requirement, give or take a little, that there be some sort of conflict or debate. Where would the writing go without dissatisfaction? And, wherever it went, would it be a good or a bad thing?
Here, it is a cool day. It feels as if the sky may be blue when the sun comes up, but perhaps it won't. Either way, I'll have to clean the zendo a little before sitting this morning.
Maybe there will be a surprise.
Or is that assured?