“Divine perversity” (a term I made up) is when the universe asks us to teach that which we most have to learn. If that weren’t bad enough, the best teaching can take place only with a few good funerals.
Since all we ever teach is ourselves, teaching the “real” us requires the death of whatever masks we wear. Such as my old standby, Mr. I’ve Got My Shit Together. Letting go of masks can be like the passing of a dear friend. It’s tough for anyone, perhaps especially those who play the role of leader in a world where image is everything.
But that difficulty is actually a blessing, so far as I can tell. It is the universe encouraging us to become more and more aware that, in every moment, with every choice, we are answering what some consider to be life’s most important question: “Who am I?”
You can read more on the topic in my recent essay, Divine Perversity and the Death of Masks.
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