Musings on Contemporary Waffle
Living in Canada gives me a perspective on the world that’s a little different than, well, yours. Though I live here, I’m not from here. I’m from, um, somewhere else. It’s not important to say from where. It may suggest itself as my opinions and observations eventually spill forth here at the Tinypriest Blog. But, suffice it to say, wherever I’m from, ‘difference’ has always interested me because I’ve been confronted with it daily since childhood, having come from that other, different place, wherever it may be.
Not that I look or sound as if I had. And that has been the dichotomy along which I’ve precariously navigated all my life. My concept of ‘different’ has never been racial, for instance. Again, I grew up in Canada, where the word ‘race’ is not polarizing, though “we” Canadians get why that’s not the case in America. Other differences fascinate me, instead. Differences of opinion. Differences in temperament. The difference in adaptation to the same stimuli or environment among a group of people. Encountering points of view different from mine — a not uncommon event — somehow connects me with an undercurrent of humanity (humanness ?) that would otherwise remain invisible. Yes, I’ve given myself away. I am human! Didn’t take long.
There is also the difference between our inner and outer worlds, the mix of which establishes the point’s of reference that inform our opinions more than anything. There are the differences between the way a man sees the world and the way that a woman does (or a wife). There is the irony of difference between “us” and “them” on a macro level, even when differences among “us” on a micro level can be just as great.
Above all I suspect that if we ever all had the same opinion, we wouldn’t last very long as a species. We would quickly be run over by the cheetahs and the vines, a result of having the same opinion being equivalent to having no opinion at all, making it impossible for us to take into account enough to save ourselves from ourselves.
This wonder at difference includes the astonishment of seeing ones gurgling, helpless infant grow to become an articulate adult effortlessly arguing a point of view that is uniquely hers and no longer the same as mum’s or dad’s. It is as much a shock as it is a wonder to have to accept that ones own closest is also different, but also the same.
All that and, I hope, more is what this blog is “about”.