We are all wounded idealists gripped by impotent rage.  We see so much injustice, so much suffering of the innocent and the joys of the wicked.  We see mediocrities succeed and noble spirits writhe in pain.  We see our best ideas trampled in the sewers of baser minds.  We feel the sting of these ironies every day.  From the depth of our despair, we cry out, gazing in awe at The Unknown.  Hoping to remake this immensity in our own image, we give it a character that might understand the language of our soulful prayer.  And so we pray, knowing no other way to speak with Infinity.

But there are other ways.  A wounded idealist has a choice.  He can allow his impotent rage to drive him into submission to the indescribable.  Or he can reshape his rage into a joyful participation in life as it is.  He can develop the wisdom to know the difference between the injustices he can combat and those he must accept and even learn to love as the defining flaws of the human condition.  That is the way of the enlightened mind.  That’s the path, or the precondition, to fruitfully manifesting our essence in the Here and Now.