“our crippling handicap had been our lack of humility” (Page 71, Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions)
The truth is that, compared to the world as a whole and to God, I’m very small, very stupid, and too silly to understand.
I’ve given up on the whole thinking thing when it comes to my life.
I can think about Japanese sentence structure or Boethius or chemistry if I like, or about how to carry the AA message, but I certainly cannot think about anything with which I’m personally concerned. If I’m personally concerned, I’m a terrible witness. A witless witness. Better to be a silent witness: or witlessly silent. Shut up and recognise I do not know what is happening, not really, and never have, and never will.
This frees up the whole day to Do Things and Think About The Tasks I Am Performing.
Sometimes I catch myself feeling rotten, and, you know what, every single time it turns out I’ve been Doing Thinking, or rather trying to Do Thinking, all by myself, without anyone asking me to.
This is a good point to realise I’m Very Small, Very Stupid, and Too Silly to Understand.
This, I’m told, is Wisdom.