In this season of air-brushed images and populist political slurs, there still are some in our communities whose wisdom is grounded, worth our concerted efforts to seek them out so we find it - wisdom. We walk past them on the sidewalks in the city, we look down upon them in our perverted sense of superiority. They see all (without electronic intrusions) just as they are grounded in the finer art of meaningful selflessness, yet we, in many of us, in our rush to judgement, in our digitalized impatience fail to pause for their "wisdom's touch".

This discussion begins with the chance encounter with one of the wisest persons in the world - the Sax Philosopher
(excerpted from "Seven Wisdoms: the legend of the lotus")

Wisdom said to politician: you don't own me.
Wisdom chastised scientist: you disown me.
Wisdom told journalist: you don't create me.
Wisdom whispered to citizen: look within yourself if you need me.

Wisdom is of nature.
She is universal.
She is simple.
She is timeless.
Often, she reveals herself most unassumingly, at a timing and in a medium of her own choosing, to those who are open to her counsel.

Wisdom is the vocabulary of the Almighty
Of the forces that shaped the earth and all that are in it.
Wisdom is of nature.
Nature is of God.
We are all created of nature.