Be very careful___of your measuring stick.
Do you measure the base, the height, the width, the length, the substance of the thing? Yourself? As folks approach you, and size you up as they do:
So, what do you do?
Who are you with?
What is your degree?
Where did you get that degree?
Who represents you?
Who are you friends with?
What's your portfolio?
Who's your agent?
As these measuring sticks break out and make their way to your being to measure you, or you, take your stick to another? Are you remembering that measurements rarely hold the balance?
I've seen grand structures, more ornate than the Duomo fall like dominoes at the slightest shake of the earth. I've seen block utility buildings survive like cornerstones of the earth through time, damage, floods, change and the human measuring stick.
The substance of the thing, the foundation of the thing shall hold the balance. If you have lost what looks like the height of your life, have you not in the cyclone of life begun to gain a stronger substance? A more unmovable foundation? So what then happens when the structure begins to rebuild itself?
For those knocked off their balance and sitting amid their rubble today, dust flying and dizzying disbelief, what looks like destruction insurmountable, is the removal of false structure. One that if you fully inhabited it, would crumble down upon your head in a fatal crush should Nature decide to test the bounds. Instead, what happens when this structure falls before your eyes? This time, we take concern for the substance of the thing. This time, we move to design a structure strong enough, worthy enough, safe enough to invite those we love in. A structure that can shelter others in the fallout. We aren't talking about storms here. We are talking about Nuclear Winter.