A different kind of “guru”

So I’m in a parking garage somewhere in Pennsylvania, and I watch this guy drive by, hunched over his steering wheel, loose shirt, goatee, with some shit in the back of a very average car he’s delivering somewhere, and it hit me he’s making this all up as he goes along. Maybe he had a happy childhood, maybe sad, most likely both, and then it hit me we are all looking for “answers”.  THE Answr, if possible. Some of course claim to have found IT. Most churches and most political parties would be empty without these people.

But then I got the image a traditional Indian guru, facepaint and all, telling people “I don’t have a fucking clue how all this works. I’d sure like to know. Some say love is the answer, but dude, seriously: who can or should live EVERYONE?  Child rapists?  Oh yes, you say, them too. But if you DEMAND I love them, who are you? Who am I, if I let you teach me to try and feel things that aren’t there? All principles, in the end, are empty. There is nothing, in the end, I can or should tell you, except this apology for my impotence. But do tell me about yourself. I love hearing people’s stories, and you know, maybe all this isn’t as bad as some people want to make it.  The boat is moving, and it will get there someday, however we feel about it.”

This right here: true story, bro.