"I dwell in Possibility—"

—Emily Dickinson, poem 466

The ego tends to dwell in probability—in what is likely, what is safe, what can be reasonably expected given past experience. Possibility, in that framework, gets measured against risk and managed accordingly. What cannot be guaranteed tends to get quietly set aside.

To dwell somewhere is to make it home—to inhabit it rather than pass through. Possibility, in this sense, may not be wishful thinking. It may be closer to a quality of openness, a willingness to remain available to what has not yet arrived and cannot be predicted. That kind of dwelling may require loosening the grip on what we have already decided is likely.