Whenever someone passes over my words, a door slams, or the inevitable slip of truth (by fingers, algorithm, etc.) comes across… I call it the wind, to acknowledge the happenstance without drawing them too far into the real world.
I would not speak of banksy’s motive, as I have personally never met the man, though I may conjecture that he has difficulty being surprised and I would be genuinely moved by the respect of an individual sharing the story.
As I’ve said many times, science does not negate other explanations, and the trick to real growth is being able to simultaneously recognize and respond to profane and divine.
For a human to really grow up… the entire person, youth and elder, should be alive and well. I have still not found a biological difference which would explain why I meet more males with such, and my personal opinion leans towards environmental factors.
