Dec 28, 2009
Check Out the Levels
In Ithaca, my friend Art once told me that he hated it when people spoke of “levels” as in, “We’re seeing a whole other level of play on the court today.” (I had just told him that, having finished my dissertation, I felt that I had “moved to another level.”)
Years later, I’m in New Zealand hanging with this other friend, Russel, and I say, “I’ve always got to remind myself that there are other levels. Like, I imagine I’m at the highest level, but then I realize there’s another level.”
“There’s always another level,” Russel said.
I believe that there is always another level if for no other reason than that such a belief can spur us on and inspire us to be better, do more – grow, change, thrive.
Nevertheless, I also hold fast to the faith that there is a level where there are no levels at all.
Incredible Image Courtesy of kern.justin.
where is your friend art these days?
Art disappeared into the wilds of the Pacific Northwest with his wife and child (I think she teaches up thereabouts).