Archive for September, 2017

181– What do I really Love?

Friday, September 15th, 2017

I love humankind. I love the incredible beauty, complexity, dexterity, ingenuity of the human being; its boundless capacity for love, for tenderness, for compassion, for imagining the unimaginable and, oftentimes, making it real. I love its capacity to see patterns in Nature, to feel awe in the presence of beauty, to create out of its hands and mind beauty as never heard or seen before. I love what it can do with its own body, shaping it, making it stronger, healthier, pushing it into challenging environments, making love, slowly, not just to impregnate like most animals, but to feel pleasure and give pleasure. I love its desire to travel around the earth to experience other cultures, other ways of living, other ways of learning. I love its capacity to evolve out of the bonding of two cells, already knowing how to self-organize into the most amazing creature we know of in Nature, already possessing the gift of language, the urge to survive, the need for love, the want for learning, the curiosity to look at itself and wonder about its roots, about its destiny.

Yet I cringe at the capacity of the human being to reach the most atrocious levels of cruelty, intolerance, hate, deceit, destruction; its capacity to kill, not for sustenance like most animals, but out of hate, barbarism, greed, envy, and, oftentimes, horribly killing in the hundreds and thousands without a hint of remorse, but instead with pride in the repugnance of its actions. I cringe at the capacity of the human being to use fear and deceit to incite the destruction of other cultures, other set of beliefs, for the sole purpose of appeasing its own fears.

I do believe that human beings are born with certain inherited, latent capacities … language, sensuality, curiosity, love … but no one, absolutely no one, is born with the capacity to be cruel, hateful, destructive; these capacities are incited through continued and premeditated oppression, brutality, torture, abuse, ridicule, humiliation; and these capacities are more damaging and lasting when incited in the vulnerable and impressionable human mind during the formative years of early childhood.

Yet I marvel at exceptional human beings; those who go through unbearable emotional and physical experiences and, seemingly out of nowhere, muster the courage to turn themselves instead into creators of incredible forms of beauty: Beethoven’s Ode to Joy, Van Gogh’s Starry Night, Milton’s Paradise Lost, Dostoyevsky’s Brothers Karamazov, Mandela’s untiring search for justice. These individuals have shown us that great beauty sometimes comes from pain.  But they are so few, when compared with the innumerable ones throughout our history who, attaining a degree of power, lash out what was done to them on the vulnerable, the powerless, the innocent.

There is no escape from the Fact that modern human beings are a consequence of a primordial evolutionary process, a consequence of an ascending universal force that has brought into Life the miracle of conscious self-reflection. We are the recipients of this miracle. And so I do believe that the destiny of humankind is not to incite hate and oppression, but to propagate and deepen the knowledge of the incredible beauty of what we have come be, what we have come to possess.

Believing in this is what I really love.

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180 – My Life Meanders between Opposing Complements of Existence

Friday, September 1st, 2017

Right  <>  Wrong

Temporary  <>  Lasting

Supple  <>  Rigid

Free  <>  Dependent

Creative  <>  Destructive

Sobering  <> Trivial

Knowledge  <>   Ignorance

Tolerance  <>  Prejudice

Courage  <>  Fear

Security  <>  Danger

Dynamic  <>  Passive

Organized  <>  Chaotic

Self-determined  <>  Pre-determined

Conscious  <>  Instinctive

Open  <>  Closed

Love  <>  Hate

Happiness  <>  Terror

Compassion  <>   Cruelty

Feminine  <>  Masculine

Health  <>  Illness

Pleasure  <>  Pain

Truth  <>  Deceit

Light  <>  Darkness

Soul/Mind/Spirit  <>  Body

Life  <>  Death

Etc., etc., etc.

My Life is like the flow of a river meandering between a spectrum of the opposing complements of Existence, as I choose, oftentimes consciously, but mostly by instinct, which side of the spectrum to lean towards to, which one to move away from. There are times when I take measure of the power of a side, which one is strongest, which one weaker, which one can change my life, which one just the course of a day. There are times when a side has the power to overtake me, even if I don’t want to … prejudice, for instance, instead of tolerance … and there are times when I have the power to overtake them … courage, for instance, instead of fear. There are times when leaning towards a side makes me feel ugly and scared, while moving towards the opposite side makes me feel beautiful and happy.

It is uncanny and utterly fascinating to be able to look back into my past, recollecting, examining the decisions I made or those that were made for me; remembering the push and pull of opposites on those decisions, how they shaped me, how I shaped them, how they led me into corners … as when I was enrolled into a school controlled by religious dogma, or when my father would made me stand for hours with my face against a corner in his room as punishment for being a child … or how they opened doors to new horizons … as when I followed my mother’s example to look for beauty in the midst of chaos, or when I gathered the courage to leave a world intent on constricting the mind, for a world where Knowledge was readily available.

This capacity to examine events that have shaped my life, and to remember, oftentimes vividly, the strength of the forces behind those events, have let me delve into the world of the primal instincts that urge me to survive, to bond, to engender, to learn, to love; and into the world of the spirit that endows me with the power to manipulate those urges, and the wisdom to know when to let them conquer me. This capacity, although not a given, but a privilege, makes me realize what a wondrous creature I am; it gives me insight into the ingenious force that created me from the bond of two minuscule cells, already having the power to envision a path between the opposing complements of Existence, and to choose.

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