Please know that what I ask of you is to stare into the
abyss to dig the depths of understanding. You have spent your life distracted.
We all spend our lives distracted. We play in the shallows, barely daring to
break the surface, let alone plumb the depths. We prefer to live as animals,
afraid to look at ourselves as we are,terrified of using our human capacities to explore
our world and ourselves.
The illusion is that if I am not one I must be the other. If
I am not a bully I shall end up being bullied. If I do not make myself strong I
shall be weak. By accepting that we must be one or the other we place ourselves upon the
wheel of opposites, give it the energy to spin around. We believe ourselves to
be in a battle with a fierce enemy, but if we were to see it truly we would see
a dog chasing its own tail.
There is a center, a reality that is at the heart of all
illusion. The problem is that we as humans, we as physical entities, cannot
reach it. In reaching towards it we invariably overshoot it only to find
ourselves on the opposite side of where we began.
But as we better appreciate it for what it is, we feel it
pulling us like planets that ever circle around a sun but keep their distance.
The truth is a campfire around which we all sit. We feel its warmth but cannot
get too near it. As a society we can only gather around it.
As individuals, ah, the reality is reachable because it
exists within us always. We have only to be silent to hear it.
People bow to the highest power they’re aware of, pray to
the greatest god. Small minds worship primitive gods, devote themselves to
small ideas. Corporations and companies benefit from the commitment of people
not open enough to see their connectedness to the whole. Countries use people
who cannot connect to a higher power as cannon fodder.
Embracing the path means always leaving all idols behind,
always letting go. You never have it; it is always leaving. We cannot have, we
can only be, cannot know we can only see.
See it as it is, not how it fits into your life story. As
you grow towards adulthood and begin to have an understanding of life, the
pieces that do not fit the narrative you have written tend to fall to the
wayside. So much we perceived in childhood is forgotten because it is
inconvenient.
10,000 years of custom and practice bring about a wisdom
even if it is not understood. Customs demand respect even as they demand
questioning.
Build on questions, do not build on answers. Answers are the
death of thought.
Dawn comes, it always comes. As does spring, although not
quite as predictably. So it is with culture. There is little doubt our culture
is in the dark and cold night now, regardless of our technological
achievements. But the farmer is busy even in the winter, preparing for the
inevitable thaw. So too do we who mourn the death of what was prepare for the
season of rebirth that is to come. We must now be planting the seeds from which
great things will someday blossom. We must shine our light as if it were the
first rays of a new sun.
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