Why would Big Dan keep climbing back into the ring only to be knocked senseless time after time? Perhaps he knew no other way to make a living. Or maybe he wanted no other options. The crazy thing about confusion is that it often comes to us by our own desires and choices. Einstein’s definition of insanity could also fit confusion: “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” And like Big Dan, a man will repeatedly climb back in the ring with his bad habits and with his bad relationships only to get clobbered over and over again, and always expecting different results. Same old question, same old answer. How many knock-out punches does a man need before he starts looking for other options? Sadly, a punch-drunk man may not even want other options.
With one wrong move, my dad fell at Marigold Gardens in Chicago. With one wrong move, Adam, the progenitor of confusion, fell in another garden called Eden. When my dad hit the canvas I went with him because I was still in his seed. When Adam fell every man since then fell with him because he is the father of us all. His confusion has become our own confusion passed down the family line.When you are confused the first thing you need to do is get oriented, which means literally to “face the east,” where the sun rises and each new day dawns. So let’s go back to the beginning of confusion and replay the first knock-out punch. If we can remember how we fell we may remember how to get back up.
“And the Lord God planted a garden toward the east, in Eden, and there He placed the man whom He had formed.” (Genesis 2:8)
Chicago. 
