It seems that all men are afflicted with the bane of priorities. How many balls can be juggled? Which ball is the most important not to drop? Should one move forward, stay still, alter orientation, or go backwards, while juggling? Is one still juggling many, even when he thinks he is juggling many, though someone else points out to him, that he is only juggling one, with everything else he thought he was juggling, lieth on the ground? Is this juggling?
The temptation seems to be, once one knows that his order of juggling was, and still is, disordered, then the temptation to stop juggling, and only juggle one, intensifies. Or, perhaps man is given these particular balls to juggle, and is told these are what’s necessary, and to juggle them as best you can, and if you can do so, then you will grow as a man.
Then maybe, we are called not to pour all of our attention into one ball, and not the one in our hand, or the other, but the one, or ones, that we acted upon, and are floating mid-air. For can a juggler truly, really, perceive all the balls simultaneously in the air?