Your Best Friend

The problem of the inclusive pronoun is still very much a problem for the writer, and needs an accepted solution. I tried for years with a suggested one of my own, but it never caught on. So here, I have simply alternated them--over and over! Your Best Friend You may not know him very well and often slighted her at times you needed him the most. You neither heard nor gave a thought to all the wisdom packed among the secrets of her mind. He fades from time to time, and often thinks she is not wanted, nor quite sensible enough to speak out boldly, lest he bowdlerize the common sense proclaimed by gilt-edged saints enshrined in texts the priests bear high above our nodding heads... and would she dare to disagree? But there he is-- and all the little thoughts churn endlessly, and quite in vain. She is your friend, conceived on skeins of common cloth; his sources are the mysteries the ages pass to everyman, the flying residue of concepts born of the enlightenment that generates upon prolific shores unseen--some call them mansions of a heavenly domain where God resides. I will not reduce such visionary to a royal personhood, give him a sex nor place him on a throne. She is too much for anyone to pray to, bow before, or lovingly array in ermine robes and facial hair, and that best friend denies his pedigree to so assume. And yet a modicum of faith preserves a shred of confidence within that she does not in plain reality, so lead. Your friend (and any God who may personify himself) does so abound in unexplored and virgin territory, that ready inspiration is available to any meditator or philosopher who stumbles over truth--best friend indeed! No question is too much for her examination; there are nuances to the myriad of answers he may entertain, or at the least, confront. No preachment is beyond her reach. He leaves no clue to her identity, for He is you! ~