story about "my word"

Skully is harrassed by the younger guys. Cruel. Spiteful. Skully cans and bottles. Orange tote of Sams. Get this back to Sam ok? Yes Skully... will do. A soon as he was gone grabbed the tote filled it with fish and was going to send it out on a boat. Looking at me waiting for my reaction...

This is Sams tot. I told Skully I would give it back to him..

Pete said Sam owes us alot of totes...

This one is going back to him.

It's full of fish...

I dont give a fuck. Empty it out!

they did.

I said. I don't care about the tote of skully. I gave my word. That count to me.

Later they came to me one at a time and said... yup... your word does count for something... thats really all youve got.

Spiritual Envy

Book by Michael Krasny  Spiritual Envy

My thoughts.... I was struck by the description of his search for faith and his ultimate retreat into agnosticism which is the philosophy of  "I don't know..." It's truthful, but it's hopeless. My path has been similar is many ways. I also think that I don't know, will never know this side of death, perhaps not even then. It doesn't matter as long as I am following a path of joy which means doing no harm, loving/serving when/where I can, focusing on being peaceful in my heart, not becoming rigid and rejecting other thinking. BUT, even with the doubt, recognize that something is definitely going on. With that realization, be open to new ideas, to synchronicities, to the numinous, to the oceanic feelings, to the mystical experience of life.