In adolescence I imagined I wanted to be all things to all people.
In adulthood I thought I should be all things to some people.
In maturity I realized I can only be some things to all people.
In wisdom I understood I should be some things to the right people.
And then I remembered I need to be the right things to the right people at the right time.
(Thanks Aristotle - you're still boring though)
Maybe.searching for the universal in particular is always problematic.
Maybe the particular is always in our grasp.
Maybe the particular is always what we need.
Maybe.
Or maybe I'm dead fuck wrong again.
