Over time, what I’ve noticed happening here is an increasing trust in being wrong and reliance on the guidance offered through conflict. It’s perhaps an odd sounding thing to say, but time and again I have been rescued by others from my own “rightness”, from a prison of superiority. There is a gradual dawning of the fact that there can’t be fullness without opening up the heart to everything. And this is freedom. The freedom to be completely wrong, contradictory and inconsistent, completely untethered to a static point of view or set of assertions. This freedom has nothing to do with anything that can be said.