Looking back, it was Mr. Whittier’s stand that we’re always right.
“It’s not a matter of right and wrong,” Mr. Whittier would say.
Really, there is no wrong. Not in our own minds. Our own reality.
You can never set off to do thewrongthing.
You can never say thewrongthing.
In your own mind, you are always right. Every action you take—what you do or say or how you choose to appear—is automatically right the moment you act.
His hand shaking as he lifts his cup, Mr. Whittier says, “Even if you were to tell yourself, ‘Today, I’m going to drink coffee thewrongway. . . from a dirty boot.’
Even that would be right, because you chose to drink coffee from that boot.” Because you can do nothing wrong. You are always right.
Even when you say, “I’m such an idiot, I’m so wrong. . .” you’re right. You’re right about being wrong. You’re right even when you’re an idiot. “No matter how stupid your idea,” Mr. Whittier would say, “you’re doomed to be right because it’s yours.”