Yesterday I wrote:
"To become objective about our lives means to understand that the institutions that govern its experience are critically important. That we are one with the governments, one with the religious activities that mark its pace, that the arena’s in which we move our bodies and the laboratories in which we explore our possibilities are ALL part and parcel of our own personal responsibility."
The idea that we are One with the Government or the Church or the Theater or the Park is so new and rare to me that even for me this paragraph feels strange today. The magic of writing is that what is inside writes itself out through us and uses us as instruments to express itself. I learn from it, actualize myself in it, understand. The activity of writing is a journey in the dimensions within and without. Today, yesterday's journey sounds strange so I wonder how alien it must sound to others to state that we are in fact One with our governments, churches, theaters, parks... in these times in which what we've been brought up to feel is that we are separate, "individual". The wonder of such separation is that we've come to explore the fact that we are allowed to not agree with each other and don't have to go to war about it. That there can be so many religious beliefs and that we don't have to kill each other for it must be the beginning of humaneness and that we can disagree about almost all things and not kill each other about it must be the divine in our lives and yet that in so doing we isolate our selves in an individualism that ends up being totally disconnected to everything else in a selfishness without borders is as questionable as the former for we no longer have to kill each other, we simply don't acknowledge each other's existence and each struggles to get away with whatever is possible.
Are we having to go through this "individualism" to understand the "I"? The independence of the self? or the power of being? The fact that I, individual, can decide my own destiny without having to pay tribute to the clan or the king? Is capitalism in some way the culmination of such success? That I can run along my business without the intervention of the law and become at least economically as powerful as a king even if without any of his attributes?
That is perhaps the real question worth exploring: in giving ourselves the freedom to own our lands as much as our lives have we gone so far beyond that we've done it without the slightest consideration for the whole? And without the whole aren't we simply puppet kings of our own illusion?
In the time of kings were we not One with the King? Were we not willing to give our lives to him who represented the whole? What has happened to us, human beings in the loss of that unity of being? And then, have we really disconnected our selves from the king or have we erected trillions of tiny little kings that have taken the whole and split it apart into millions of pieces without regard for the whole? Little kings in every sphere: dictators, divas, fathers and husband- abusers, and even little tyrant queens.
The Earth use to belong to a few kings that protected their piece and fought with each other, conquered and fused the cultures into each other. Now we have millions of little kings fighting for the pieces that don't yet belong to someone and trying to destroy those who own what they are after. Looked at coldly, man in that sphere is no more than an instinctive animal. The king erected himself as an alpha dog that the people followed or followed but in that unity, were there values? I get the sense that in the unity of those clans there was a meaning to life that has been lost altogether. That the whole clan worked not only for the daily bread of surviving but for the daily struggle to survive their own death be it in the monumentality of the culture or in the aftermath.
Have we human beings evolved?
What do we have today? Does the monumentality of our culture reveal enough human integrity? Are the divas of our times in the arts and sports worth the price? or do we pay such amount because we do not know what to do with our boot? Do the little kings of the times pay tribute to themselves walking around with such stars?
As I write I wonder if it was any better in the time of kings or if its the romanticism of looking back what gives the taste of a people that were not as split as us for I don't even have to go back to the kings to see that the elder of my times have an integrity about themselves that my generation had already lost.
Was it the T.V. what split us into thousands of non-beings? Moving back and forth into worlds that weren't our own? Living the film what we could not live in our every day lives and enacting the illusion with a reality that we couldn't grasp?
Today there is a distance between the government and the citizen that marks the pace of every abuse. Abuse against the king was an abuse against the whole and merited death. Today abuse against no matter who, why or how is covered up and hidden for mostly it is those in economic power who kill without being checked. The petty criminal is only their reflection in the mirror of life, the other side of the coin of a world that is upside down and backwards. The police and the military institution is designed to keep the status quo at no matter the cost.
How much more strange could a statement like that sound in such a reality? That we are One with the government, One with the church, One with the theater and the park, the industry and the scientific laboratory. It takes an effort to extend one's self into such realms and understand that we are each personally responsible for the institutions that have come to govern our lives.
There is a freedom to the individual that can see the world turn separately from his or her own dimension because the "world" moves at its own pace but that freedom is rare and most people move separate from the "world" in an alienation that reflects their disempowerment. In the infinite dialogue between the individual and the world lie all the possibilities. The "world" might not have yet reached the state in which it can guarantee justice and equality to each individual but every individual can reach a state of justice and equality within themselves. That justice and equality is the realization of our oneness in another dimension. From that dimension, the actualization of such reality in our everyday lives, becomes the objective aim of life.
Thought in writing, is the possibility of stating the dialogue between multiple dimensions both within and without our selves. I beg you forgive me if the channel isn't as clean as I aim to establish it.
"To become objective about our lives means to understand that the institutions that govern its experience are critically important. That we are one with the governments, one with the religious activities that mark its pace, that the arena’s in which we move our bodies and the laboratories in which we explore our possibilities are ALL part and parcel of our own personal responsibility."
The idea that we are One with the Government or the Church or the Theater or the Park is so new and rare to me that even for me this paragraph feels strange today. The magic of writing is that what is inside writes itself out through us and uses us as instruments to express itself. I learn from it, actualize myself in it, understand. The activity of writing is a journey in the dimensions within and without. Today, yesterday's journey sounds strange so I wonder how alien it must sound to others to state that we are in fact One with our governments, churches, theaters, parks... in these times in which what we've been brought up to feel is that we are separate, "individual". The wonder of such separation is that we've come to explore the fact that we are allowed to not agree with each other and don't have to go to war about it. That there can be so many religious beliefs and that we don't have to kill each other for it must be the beginning of humaneness and that we can disagree about almost all things and not kill each other about it must be the divine in our lives and yet that in so doing we isolate our selves in an individualism that ends up being totally disconnected to everything else in a selfishness without borders is as questionable as the former for we no longer have to kill each other, we simply don't acknowledge each other's existence and each struggles to get away with whatever is possible.
Are we having to go through this "individualism" to understand the "I"? The independence of the self? or the power of being? The fact that I, individual, can decide my own destiny without having to pay tribute to the clan or the king? Is capitalism in some way the culmination of such success? That I can run along my business without the intervention of the law and become at least economically as powerful as a king even if without any of his attributes?
That is perhaps the real question worth exploring: in giving ourselves the freedom to own our lands as much as our lives have we gone so far beyond that we've done it without the slightest consideration for the whole? And without the whole aren't we simply puppet kings of our own illusion?
In the time of kings were we not One with the King? Were we not willing to give our lives to him who represented the whole? What has happened to us, human beings in the loss of that unity of being? And then, have we really disconnected our selves from the king or have we erected trillions of tiny little kings that have taken the whole and split it apart into millions of pieces without regard for the whole? Little kings in every sphere: dictators, divas, fathers and husband- abusers, and even little tyrant queens.
The Earth use to belong to a few kings that protected their piece and fought with each other, conquered and fused the cultures into each other. Now we have millions of little kings fighting for the pieces that don't yet belong to someone and trying to destroy those who own what they are after. Looked at coldly, man in that sphere is no more than an instinctive animal. The king erected himself as an alpha dog that the people followed or followed but in that unity, were there values? I get the sense that in the unity of those clans there was a meaning to life that has been lost altogether. That the whole clan worked not only for the daily bread of surviving but for the daily struggle to survive their own death be it in the monumentality of the culture or in the aftermath.
Have we human beings evolved?
What do we have today? Does the monumentality of our culture reveal enough human integrity? Are the divas of our times in the arts and sports worth the price? or do we pay such amount because we do not know what to do with our boot? Do the little kings of the times pay tribute to themselves walking around with such stars?
As I write I wonder if it was any better in the time of kings or if its the romanticism of looking back what gives the taste of a people that were not as split as us for I don't even have to go back to the kings to see that the elder of my times have an integrity about themselves that my generation had already lost.
Was it the T.V. what split us into thousands of non-beings? Moving back and forth into worlds that weren't our own? Living the film what we could not live in our every day lives and enacting the illusion with a reality that we couldn't grasp?
Today there is a distance between the government and the citizen that marks the pace of every abuse. Abuse against the king was an abuse against the whole and merited death. Today abuse against no matter who, why or how is covered up and hidden for mostly it is those in economic power who kill without being checked. The petty criminal is only their reflection in the mirror of life, the other side of the coin of a world that is upside down and backwards. The police and the military institution is designed to keep the status quo at no matter the cost.
How much more strange could a statement like that sound in such a reality? That we are One with the government, One with the church, One with the theater and the park, the industry and the scientific laboratory. It takes an effort to extend one's self into such realms and understand that we are each personally responsible for the institutions that have come to govern our lives.
There is a freedom to the individual that can see the world turn separately from his or her own dimension because the "world" moves at its own pace but that freedom is rare and most people move separate from the "world" in an alienation that reflects their disempowerment. In the infinite dialogue between the individual and the world lie all the possibilities. The "world" might not have yet reached the state in which it can guarantee justice and equality to each individual but every individual can reach a state of justice and equality within themselves. That justice and equality is the realization of our oneness in another dimension. From that dimension, the actualization of such reality in our everyday lives, becomes the objective aim of life.
Thought in writing, is the possibility of stating the dialogue between multiple dimensions both within and without our selves. I beg you forgive me if the channel isn't as clean as I aim to establish it.
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