We walk with sure confident steps on border lines
with assured steps on our frontiers of truths
Bravely stamping our correct feet on lines
where others tread softly,
where others weave with stumbling hesitant toes
on those gray hazy areas of life and living
Ageless angels, amused smile from above
at vain volubility, at clutchings and colonisations of truths and certainties
at manifestions of frailty disguised at strength
acts that separate the sage from the stupid
the clever from the crafty
the persistent from the pigheaded
the strong willed from the self willed
the steadfast from the obstinate
We do not fumble, we do not stumble
Others do
We walk straight and correct,
riding our high horses
on our moral high grounds
as we plod on in quest
often of uncertain certainties
revealing our core, our true essence
by the frequency and the duration of our swings and shuttles
to one side or the other of the border
by our predilection for certain points, our assured truths
by the constancy with which
we hold to the single light,
to our single right, guided by our perfect sights
to those truths which we see
and which million others fail to see
so miserably, so pitiably
Reflections 
revealing our core, our true essence
by the frequency and the duration of our swings and shuttles
to one side or the other of the border
beautifully woven (er–I mean said)! I love this–the angels smiling at our truths and certainties, the way we smile on small children discovering the world.
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Yes, Susan, except that they must hold in amused contempt all those humans who insist that their points of views are always right and must always prevail.
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Oh yes-as we are always exactly right, and we will die (or kill others) to prove it…..
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you read my mind! My point exactly!
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