In the columns we create in our minds as we live this life, there is one we unconsciously call “This is so True.” Take for example this posting from Ravenous Butterflies.

Sir John Lavery – Anna Pavlova as a Bacchante, 1911

“Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.”
Toni Morrison

Ah, ha! I say to myself. And it goes into that column, all without my involvement. My awareness, my consciousness. It is only in observing my own reaction that I say not only true, but something I want to note. What does that mean, ownership? Am I free? Do I act free? Freely? Do I claim myself in this world, in this life?

Or have I made that break, chosen a life, and then contented myself with that action alone? What thoughts do I then pull in to ask if there’s more, there’s more for the taking? And asking, and being?

So then maybe there’s another column, a sub-column, an endnote. Something that says “Better think about this some more.”