This is not the way I remember this. There was no panic. I was calm. Later I would feel the need to manufacture an appropriate level of horror, shock and surprise. People did not understand either my stoicism or my dark sense of humor. That is what helplessness looks like to me. I accept it. I know that it is the truth of things, the way that it is...
As a factor, my impotence is liberating. Without the option to act, I am absolved of inaction.
In the light of the omnipotence of God, what is our power or our lack of power? All action--no matter how slight--is inherently graceful. All inaction--no matter its duration--is inherently zen.
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