Dear Friends: So, what is the fine line? We all know the cliche: there's a fine line between genius and insanity. Great. Except, every genius is technically "insane", but every insane person is not a genius. To wit: Mark Zuckerberg. There's a "genius" who's claim to "being a genius" is creating a "product" motivated by the most insane motivation in the entire canon of human insanity, "revenge", but only "allegedly", of course, and did so by "allegedly" "stealing" the platform for his "product", to the tune of a $65 Mil ($65,000,000) settlement, thus, maybe not so allegedly, and who is now bent on (not only) internet domination, or world domination, or universal domination, but wants to dominate every thought in your brain, every feeling in your heart, and every action of your body. Just ask Sean Parker.
So screw the cliches. Let's consider instead the many other fine lines, such as between being clever and being stupid. Or between irreverence and disrespect. Or between talking the talk, and walking the walk. To wit: Johnny Cash. That man walked the line, fell into a ring of fire, and it hurt. Does it get any better than that? You decide, for that's the beauty of free will. And if you're of other tastes, consider the character on the F/X show called... wait, I forget what it's called... but it's the one with the man who dresses up as a dog, because he actually is a dog, albeit a dog who smokes pot and lives with Fredo (not that Fredo, the other Fredo, aka Frodo), and Fredo/Frodo's sister remarks that "there's a fine line between Beverly Hills taste and Persian overkill," which is total bullshit, since true Persians would never live in Beverly Hills. (Iranians, maybe. But true Persians? Never.)
I would know, being a true Persian. That is, I'm ancestor to a Persia defined by the religion of ancient Persia, Zoroastrianism, and born of such, and now 100% Persian-American, and damn proud of it. (A quick history: Zoroaster was the first prophet to say there is only one God, and he knew this because God said so, to Zoroaster, personally. Therefore, all monotheistic religions arose from him. This is not braggadocio, this is fact.) Of course, our religion is fading out, as all good things must come to an end. Or, to paraphrase George Orwell (again), in a world consumed by lies, the truth will be vanquished. But please, feel free to draw your own conclusions. Or not. The choice is yours and yours alone. Always has been, always will be.
But hey, enough of my yakkin'.
For in truth, we all may live singular lives, but to think we live for one's self is to be deceived. The Fine Line is not about one person, never has been, never will be, but about all of us. And given such, might the time be to abandon the ways of thinking you/me, us/them, and all other things binary, and consider the world as tertiary? Put another way, consider the oldest philosophical cliche in the history of old philosophical cliches: that glass of water. We all know the story: either you think it's half full, or you think it's half empty. (And no, it's not both, nor neither, and for all the true intellectuals out there, who always see the bleakest picture, it's not all going to evaporate and become fully empty. Come on, man. This story happens in a vacuum. Entropy may be a bitch, but not in a perfect vacuum.) So might we instead think of the cusp of the water, that fine line between the two? I'd venture a bold yes, for three truly is a magic number. And maybe, just maybe, you plus me equals three. And as for you minus me? Feel free to draw your own conclusions.
For Dear Friends, life is a mystery, always has been, always will be, but within the mystery we find the beauty. And as for The Fine Line, it's about the three things most important in life, according to this humble narrator: Beauty, Love, and Truth. With extra tomato and extra mayo. On dry, white toast.
And as for your humble narrator, I submit that the next time we meet, there'll be more, a lot more, and, as always, to be continued.