Sat in a new eatery where cooks take your trough food and burn it on a big hot metal plate. Watched my fellow bipeds sit upright and eat with food tools. Why were we there?
What of Lynda? What made her want to decide to hold conversations limited mainly to food and drink?
And the owners? What motivated them to see a future where profits may never show up?
We take the time to train our offspring [or brain wash, if you take the opposite view], most often for limited output as adults. By the millions and billions. Sand on the beach. Leaves in the wind. Snowflakes in winter. Matter and antimatter.
And I'm just one more. In the light, thinking I'm enlightened. Seeing actions just before they happen, only because of cause-and-effect analysis, not pure insight.
Remember the image of the sleeping giant, not to be awakened? The giant's already alert but is it conscious? Full of intentional thought? What of its body parts? Where does cancer lurk?
I have no new thoughts, no new ideas, just a reflection of my environment which reflects me back. I live in the visual realm, walk in a world of touch. Programmed to find new places to fill my stomach, all while being part of something so big that not only can I not see if the left hand knows what the right hand is doing, but I also don't even know which part of the body I am or if I'm part of the body any longer and now just in between condensed matter masses.
We are a selfish species, designed to believe what we're doing is right because we know we want to survive, live and reproduce, following our destiny, our limited programming. Selflessness is only relevant for specific situations.
The truth is more than we can comprehend only because we chose the wrong course of training to begin with. Independence is a lofty goal and hard to erase but not impossible to maintain when one sees where history is headed. You can't rewrite the rules in the middle of the game unless you show the players in the first place why rules are meant to be broken without upsetting the feeling of a solid surface under their feet and continuity before their eyes.
We value diversity in the population for a reason so don't expect one size to fit all. Give purpose to their reason, not your reasons for their purpose. We know why we're here but we don't want to know why. We see through one pair of eyes, not one set of species. Everyone knows you've gotta make the global local or you'll never get the point across. The barest whisper of a breeze, not even a gentle nudge. The hint of a wisp, not a public address. When you ease into a gallop, the horse will be yours. Don't place your bet on stirrups and spurs.
16 August 2009
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