A rant.
Everyone knows.. Walking around with all the answers, talking and talking. So few listen quietly and attentively. We live in our reptilian brain most of the time and we think we know.. How can we know when the majority of waking hours is spent in defending one thing or another, be it our body, our idea, our belief. The liberals think the others are inferior and closed-minded but behave just as their perceived enemy. We are willing to kill for peace on earth.
We think we know and take great pride in our knowledge and reasoning skills. We are just as enamored with ourselves when we help our mankind. It takes just a few minutes of observing animals who are kind to their own and "the other" as part of their natural life. Nothing special in helping another out. This isn't even human nature, it seems to be animal nature. If animals kill, it's just enough to survive. Humans kill as a matter of normal existence to, as stated above, defend something, usually an idea or a belief, or to feel superior, or just because they are bored and, well.. can!
Reading this may seem like I am also writing as if I know something and have all the answers. I don't know a thing other than what I have experienced. And it's very limited, to say the least. What I am aware of is that we, on the whole, are too identified with our thoughts and our bodies. Some are identified with their guns and other accessories. There are people who match their guns to the belt buckle to be worn that day. Doctors are eager to cut up kids' bodies to turn them into someone else, or to fulfill the vision they have of themselves (aka ego): scientists, saviors, caregivers, servants, money-makers. We believe that our own thoughts are truth until we drive to another town and learn that they, too, have their truth. And neither one of us has it right.
We know very little about our own selves. We see the world through a lens we know as "me." And this self is nothing great, just thoughts and more thoughts. Yes, these thoughts can be creative and imaginative. These thoughts can create art and build stuff. But they cannot be the truth. Why not change our thoughts like we do clothes? But we don't change our clothes or hair styles that much either. What would it be like to shed one's personality altogether? And regularly? So attached we are to who we think we are, to who we made ourselves to be. So much effort was put into creating the persona seen by the world. And we will stand there, beating our chests to stand by that image. And it is simply that: an image.
And I return to making the same point. We walk around like we are a somebody. Some important and valuable thing. Perhaps indispensable, or wanting to feel like we are. And then we bump into another who also has a big idea of who he is. And then my idea fights with his idea.
I stand apart, then merge and melt into the nonsense of it all, then stand back again, like a constantly moving wave. All I know, the only thing I know, is that love is the only answer to see past all the mind clutter, to see past the body, mine and everyone else's, and to feel the existence of something that knows nothing of war and argument. It is a deep, slow, vast nameless something, that holds all the nonsense together. But this nonsense can dissolve into the great unknown and just stop talking. When the talking stops, the need to kill, own, prove, argue, hurt, manipulate falls apart.
As I see it, from the plateau of my current living, there is a great need to dis-identify from the false sense of self.
