In spite of my efforts to explicitly state the contrary, I suspect many people are still confused as to why I run The 21 Convention (and why it is run in the manner it is). They see the institution help so many people, to such a high degree, that it becomes easy to conclude that the reason I operate it is to do, said helping.
The reason I get out of bed in the morning and run the organization however, has little to nothing to do with helping people. That is a consequence of what I do, and of the way I do it. It has no direct relevance to the purpose of my existence, or to the exercise of my productive effort.
To even state some sort of indirect or distant connection, is by my judgement, a stretch of the imagination, and perhaps in some cases, a confession of a person’s own psycho-ethical conflicts for the work they do.
I wake up and live my life because I love my life, my self, this earth, and the things I have built in my time on it. It’s been so long since I’ve woken up for any other reason, that I can no longer even remember what the experience is like to rise for something (or someone) else. Assuming I once did. I could not even verify I had at this point.
With that said, one of the proudest moments of my life was at the Austin 21 Convention this past year. What was that “moment”?
In particular, of that meeting taking place — illustrated by the photograph above.
I think a flaw I have is not taking pride in my accomplishments often enough, or with enough appreciation, and enjoyment. But in this case, it was definitely apparent. I was extremely happy that these two men met, that I got to witness it, and be primarily responsible for it.
I realize how simple this event was, but to me, it was the whole world.
Western-civilization is in the process of slow-motion collapse, and yet, here were two virtuous men exchanging the best of their ideas and knowledge with one another : another with the extraordinary capacity to sharpen those (already sharp) ideas, like steel.
If the world collapsed tomorrow, I think I would still remember, for years to come, the small event that was a clear and physical manifestation of the opposite of decay and collapse. The meeting of two minds that absolutely deserved to meet.
HA, I wonder if I will get the opportunity to witness the meeting of James Steele and Ben Sima. Id pay for that one. (And perhaps I will in the form of flight tickets some day!)