Lately I've been questioning if we should be critically questioning everything. Think about how deconstruction itself is anchored somewhere and what happens when a snake eats itself. Love is missing from these picture.

Implicitly we exercise the discernment of "good" from "bad", as shown by opinion and action. The intriguing part for me is that these notions appear to be irreducible as part of an entity encompassing our individual selves. I guess the missing link is in the recognition of the tradition we nurture from and defend.