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Pema Chodron has written a series of essays called "Comfortable with Uncertainty". She may be. But for the rest of us, that title is aspirational at best. Uncertainty is our bugaboo, our bogeyman. No matter how many Buddhist pundits we read, no matter how we admire the concept in principle, we still go in search of that one final thing to cement our certainty once and for all, disregarding the fact that cementing anything leads only to rigidity—and we all know that the tree that bends with the wind survives while the tree that rigidly resists the wind will be toppled to extinction.
So there we are, looking for the security of the known, little suspecting that it's the unknown that will complete us and actually save us. And again we are holding two conflicting ideas in our capacious minds. They cancel each other out and leave us, as always, hoping that one more refinement, one more purchase, will bring us finally to the security that will make us safe forever. Delusion.
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