Was I lost? No question.
Did I know where I was? Not at all.
Had I ever been happier in my life? Never.
Yogi Berra said once, "We're lost, but we are making good time."
I wonder if Mary's happiness while being lost and Yogi's since of accomplishment while in the same predicament might be a way to live our lives?
Let's just go ahead and admit we are lost, and that all our knowing might help in some ways, but not in the ultimate sense.
A few weeks ago I heard a term, "undefending." To undefend oneself is to live knowing that without the interdependent relationships all around us, we are lost, and to act out of this ultimate knowing in a daily fashion.
So let me begin this day with nothing of me, and everything around me.
I am lost.
Without you, I am nothing.
You are lost, and with me, are nothing.
Have there ever been any happier fools?
Where are you lost in happiness?