I was at my favorite meeting yesterday morning. We are a small group of fifteen or so people who try to live a spiritual life.
We invite a guest speaker who talks about his or her spiritual discoveries at the end of which talk a topic is forthcoming.
The chairperson mentioned that with only fifteen people, there would be two groups and that the smokers would congregate outside.
Our speaker gave a fascinating talk which included tales of watching the heavens from a sleeping bag in fifty countries around the world and a word or two about having once had a job but that he preferred traveling.
It was the speaker’s responsibility to choose a topic; the topic was HONESTY.
When we broke into groups I joined the smokers for the freedom that the patio had to offer. Our speaker joined us outside, he at one end of the table, I at the other.
What does one say about HONESTY? The truth of any subject is hidden from us; that is to say that the truth of everything is guarded by the future. That is why we measure everything.
The truth of speed is measured in MPH or FPS. Life experience is measured in years, months perhaps seconds. But HONESTY?
A lie is easier to understand but like HONESTY it cannot be measured. Does HONESTY even exist? Perhaps if we subjected the quality of HONESTY to the power of something else, but what? Perception perhaps? Or awareness?
Each of these words imply that perhaps there is no HONESTY, but what? Belief? If our beliefs change over time would not the person whose life is being guided by these beliefs have a change at least, in attitude?
Is attitude a synonym for HONESTY? A modifier? A quality? These were the thoughts I had and which I shared with the group. Our guest seemed puzzled by the change in what was now being said about this subject and when the metamorphous reached his end of the table, agreed that HONESTY was a difficult topic.
Next week I think I’ll stay indoors. HONEST(L)Y.
Update: Perhaps SINCERELY.