Makes us feel low, slow … unequal while being ‘mathed’ as equal. We don’t sit mid-point on any graph, reduced, or elevated. Some notion, lumped together, our measurements tallied, then divided by our numbers, and there we are, average.
We are not average people, average citizens, or average thinking.
We are something else, sometime better – someone, individual and precious.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 5C/40F and warming – love it; fuzzy full moon blasting through skimpy clouds, Gusta on ‘the hunt’ for deer, her energy level high, my rotator cuff feeling the tug as we raced through our route in search of something smelly, but to no avail …