(Open-mindedness is not a power.)
Hold up your hand.
Straighten it and make a fist. That arm is a solid structure, a column of cells, a staff.
It's simply a cylinder, and that is all.
(Open mindedness is not a force.)
Go up to a trashcan, place your hands on its side, and shove as hard as you can.
Try it. Watch the trashcan fly, its lid clanging open and its guts spilling over the pavement.
You did that. Notice the veins bulging from your arms.
Do you feel at peace?
(Open-mindedness is not a form of knowledge.)
These I know to be true: the sky is blue, blood is red, and the Earth is round.
"Do you deny sunsets, then? Do you expect only oxygen, and disregard calculus?"
i dont want to be wrong, its embarrassing
Now go outside.
Imagine yourself immersed in sky, wrapped in the great blue blanket.
There are thousands of clouds above you, some heavy with rain and others bursting with sunshine, and seagulls dip and dive around you. They peck at your face and defecate on your skin,
and you are not made of steel. It hurts, it burns, it colors your cheeks and makes you want to
close up and
away from the gulls, the harsh sky.
hold up the fist that you made earlier, the one now covered in scrapes, cuts and seagull excrement.
What's there? An arm and a fist, as it was before and will always be.
Now cup your hand to the sky.
What's inside your palm?
Not power, not a force, not even the air racing through your fingers.
Do you want to know?
(Open-mindedness is freedom.)