We're Starved for Connection
We're starved for real connection.
Starved for a connection with the mystery of life.
Where once there was awe, wonder, and trepidation in the face of the sheer sublimity of nature, now there's an information overload beyond comprehension.
We have fragmented our universe into every sort of category imaginable.
Forgotten that the sacred lies in the mundane and profane.
Lost ourselves in syntax and the linguistic domain.
Created divisions in our reality that resemble the catalogue systems in our libraries.
Forfeited our power to unconscious egomaniacs in high places. The sociopathic high priests of a lost society.
How beautiful it would be to see this world as pure potentiality rather than the lifeless, absurdly hubristic definitions we have ascribed to it.
The eternal rhythm that cannot be grasped, named, explained, only felt.
Whatever humility we have towards our universe is swiftly stomped out of us during childhood. We arrive at adolescence having been guided by the hands of society into a world devoid of colour or mystery, a world where fairy tales and the great mythologies of our ancestors are condescendingly denoted as primitive works of fiction. Fit for children but wholly beneath the rational, sensible, intelligent adult.
Where's our respect for the vastness of reality?
Where is our connection to the unknown of our existence? Our daring to face the howling void free from the buffer of culture? To surrender to the eternal rhythm of this mother-matrix-most-mysterious, as Joyce put it.
Why are we content to accept the dogmas that are shovelled down our throats from our religious, political, and socio-economic institutions?
Why do we live and die for divisive ideologies that rob us ALL of our dignity?
How DARE we claim to know the truth of life and seek to wield it over others.
One conscious moment in contemplation of the night sky should be enough to call into question the whole meaning of our lives.
Enough to obliterate the delusional self-importance that we so dearly cling to. Enough to see that we are all connected in an inextricable web of life so complex and so intelligent that it makes our human achievements seem like chicken feed.
We live in something, we are a part of something so magnificent, so mind-boggling, that we should treat our natural world with the reverence a newborn child shows its mother.
But we don’t.
We
fear
the
mystery.
We ignore the beauty and mystery of life, and therefore, we degrade and denigrate the beauty and mystery in ourselves and our fellow human beings.
