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Our own "point of view" is not reliant upon another.

Another's view can certainly shape our own, yes, but in no way is it reliant upon it to have a view that is open-minded. Acceptance that all have their own mind to shape is what makes one open-minded, but We must be careful not to lop off our own personal view just because we hear another's and agree with it. We should maintain our own, and, if we alone choose, allow it to be shaped by our experience of another's, then that is of our choosing. Our viewpoint is not to be replaced like a damn light-bulb.

I maintain my true identity born within, if I alone shape it, add to it, from other viewpoints, fine, but, if I wholly replace mine with another's, I do no favors for what was born within "Me". If I do that, it's nothing more than wholesale surrender of the sovereign self and that is not open-mindedness. We shouldn't give "ourselves" away by another's experience, if history tells us anything, it is certainly that.

In no way must another's view simply become ours without due and proper consideration or we have sold out the self. If we reshape our self because we understand and accept another view as valid, then so be it.

We alone shape our view by the experience and how it moves within us, not the point of view itself, for if another's point of view "becomes ours" we have surrendered what is ours alone to shape, not hack off and replace wholly with another's like a severed limb.

Mark Richard Prime, Me

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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