Thoughts in low tides

What if the kindest insult we can raise is to frustrate assertions and prejudices at every turn, whether by a friendly joke to the well-meaning or by curt shock of logic to the arrogant. What if the best we can do is to pour ice on the warm waters of conformity? What if the best we can do is to proclaim, by example, that life is not blunt, unformed material to be flattened and beaten into shape and bent to human will. Life is a sharp, subtle, sophisticated thing that requires the hands of an artist, hands that know when to push and when to yield to the material. Do you have that bold, faithful touch? Do you employ that art?
A book is perhaps the most direct way to reach minds like the one at work that time. A book is sought out, willingly and actively participated in and can be discarded at any time. I know now that many have had experiences similar to what is described here and many have responded differently and been compelled to file it in some cultural niche or claim some prize. To do so would be to turn away at the defining moment or to bargain awareness for a more distinguished illusion. It is interesting and compelling to find comparisons but it is a hesitant mind that finds only fragments of familiarity. Anyone might find niches for the metaphors, but there are none to file away what they describe, that indefinable sense that, like a wild flower, only lives in you and fades as soon as you try to give it to another.
For me, it will never belong to any religious, philosophical or cultural tradition – it was fundamentally a relinquishing of such things, and in time realizing that was not a loss. As I wrote then, stay broken, wholeness is a mask. Yet nothing is wanting in that which you do not seek to complete, perfect or make use of. For anyone like me, that realization never comes until you have tried so hard, plumbed so deep, been shaken so utterly, that the keenness of your seeking mind destroys all that you identified with. Better to find – if there are any – gentler, safer ways to that repose. By it, lostless, ungained, insperate....
Just as my intuition leveled me to collect such thoughts please feel free to advice you view on thises. Don't be sad god always give a way out∙