Tuesday, January 25, 2011

In This World

In this world
Hate never yet dispelled hate.
Only love dispels hate.
This is the law,
Ancient and inexhaustible.
You too shall pass away.
Knowing this, how can you quarrel?

- Dhammapada

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If you are fucked it is because you still think hate will overcome your difficulties: hatred of yourself, hatred of another, hatred of the bloodroot fact that you will die. Have at it, my friend. Have at it. The genius who wrote Ecclesiastes referred to tools such as yourself as sound and fury signifying nothing.

Quite the epitaph.

Living so you miss the basic enterprise of living. Namely, to signify something.

Greater than the God who created the cosmos in six days, we create the cosmos everyday, day in and day out, and have done so for tens of thousands of years. If man is anything he is a maker of meaning, a builder of signs and portents, religions and faiths, a dervish dancing in the void of space littering it with meaning. Each day we face the challenge of wrestling purpose out of our limited days. And that purpose is written in as many languages as have haunted the globe, written in as many tongues that speak, written by every action you take or don't take. You are crafting your life whether you know it or not, whether you care or not

What, exactly, have you wrought?
Where, exactly, have you been plying your life?
Why, exactly, have you done, or not done what you are capable of?
What the fuck is stopping you?

* * *

Here's the answer I've come up with: you have to love something other than yourself in order to unfuck yourself. Love of self becomes hatred of all that is not Self. I can hear you bitching from here that Oprah wants you to love yourself. Good. Do it. Just not at the cost of others. The greatest expression of your love is to give it away, not blowing kisses to yourself in the mirror.

And how is that love to be given away?

By building meaning, signs, portents, religions and faiths and dancing in front of your sorrows to show them they nothing more than a falling leaf - no matter how deep the grief.

We live in a time of unprecedented peril and unprecedented opportunity - and it has always been so, don't kid yourself. The human enterprise expands when our love is used to build connections and meaning. The enterprise contracts when all meaning is self-directed and connections cut.

Knowing this, how can you let your voice be silent?


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