The Big Bad Wolf
Hey Reader,
happy slow Sunday.
I've written a challenging essay titled The Rise of Men - an essay on where we are, how we got here, and what comes next. It came out of a need to think through these questions on my own, without relying on news portals and social media for answers.
All right, onto the letter.
The Slow Letter #60
Some years ago, my mother read my nephew a bedtime story. It was The Little Red Riding Hood - a beloved story, straightforward, simple. Something to soothe children to sleep.
Children, though, are tricky creatures. They consider things carefully, they taste ideas with their mind, letting all questions explode like salt on tastebuds.
When the Big Bad Wolf entered the story, my nephew called for a pause.
“Wait, why is the Big Bad Wolf bad?”
“Because he’s evil.” said my mother.
“Why is he evil granma?”
“Well, because he’s bad.”
Well, mom, that doesn't answer the question, now does it? But I can understand the difficulty. Who even knows the answer?
Especially today, in a world of constant outrage, where nothing sells so well as the vilification of others. There's always someone screaming about the latest enemy - the latest Big Bad Wolf - you need to be afraid of and protect yourself against.
“Wait, why is the Big Bad Wolf bad?” says my nephew.
And is he at all?
One Question
Who is your biggest enemy and who told you that?
One Quote
“We have met the enemy and he is us.” - Rollo May
Stay slow,
Marin
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