God-fearing, first of all, and second, more than that, contrite.
Yet I don’t think I value it enough. It’s impossible, after all, to see the significance of each moment until, paradoxically, long after it has passed; some may think that the present moment is what gives life flavor, but it is above all memory that makes it sweet or sour. If I fail to honor the present, it cannot be preserved or cherished later; and perhaps that is, in part, what Gurdjieff meant when he said one must use the present to repair the past and prepare the future.
It occurs to me that the fool, as we understand it from a symbolic point of view, is a role — that is, it does not represent the true being of the individual who is a fool, but, rather, a guise they take on, a character they inhabit to illustrate the absurdity of life.
So it's only by seeing the fool in our lives as a role that we can begin to understand anything about what life really is — that we are all actors playing a role, and that our real self ought to be, at its root, quite different than the fool we must play.