A few days ago, I heard someone say, “You need an open mind,” at the beginning of a sentence to explain why their view of an issue was indisputably correct.
I chuckled at the irony.
Mostly, of course, I was laughing at myself.
Close-mindedness is a curse and burden I tend to assume is carried by other people.
If they would just open their minds, then they’d see the light, accept the facts, and know the truth.
Most of the time, I use “a willingness to learn” as a laudatory description for those who have journeyed to the camp of my conclusions.
If travelers pack up and continue down the road — beyond the confines of my settlement — I rename their “willingness to learn” as rebellion, ignorance, heresy, or a listless lack of commitment.
I guess the only mind I need to worry about opening and closing is my own.