The Way It Is (An Unfinished Essay)


The Way It Is (An Unfinished Essay)



It is a curious thing to me, and I am sure many others …


A collusion of imagination


You cannot save the planet until you understand inwardly, at a quantum level, that you are the planet, and the universe from which it is spun.


Make-believe, a world-wide game of make-believe.


A wake-up called for the human species. Sort of an emperor’s-wearing-no-clothes moment, if you will.


It is a very curious thing how imagination rules the human drama. It is the source of everything we do, everything we as a species have created, and yet we have not come to grips with it enough really understand it, or to use it in ways that are truly harmonious and relatively beneficial to all, and to all those yet unborn who will follow.


We are endlessly caught up in all the assumptions, all the differences, all the polarizations, all the absurdities over this or that. We seem unable to fathom the fundamental commonality of the mortality that we all endure. We seem unable to see that everything is connected, everything is made of the same clay, everything is swimming in the same quantum sea, everything is of the same origin. Whatever name or belief we may give it, and there are so many across the world throughout human history, we find every reason to create further division rather that surrender to the simplicity, the indivisibility at every core.


No matter your color, class, caste, creed, culture, language, sex, class, all the things you imagine you are, at the source we are all very much the same. We all love, we all hate, we all cry, we all work, we all consume, we all feel alone, we occupy ourselves in every way imaginable.


This is not an ideal, this is a fact. We have so much more in common at the primal source than can ever be imagined. It is unfortunate that most of us are unable to discern this simple truth, that we are so caught up in our individual and cultural histories, and all the beliefs they have inspired, that we are unable to work together to achiever our full potential, to realign with this amazing pearl of a world, this wondrous garden, that we have so badly damaged in every way.


We are so caught up in our greed, our self-interest, our divisive beliefs, our security, our politics, our color, our sexuality, divisive this, divisive that.


Everything we think is imagined. Everything about ourselves, everything about others, everything about our geography of origin, everything about our world, everything about the universe, everything about anything … is imagined. All our inner struggles, all our outer struggles are born of imagination.


The choice between heaven and hell, between harmony and disharmony, between peace and war, is a choice each of us in every moment makes.


Prior to consciousness, prior to imagination, we are all very much the same.


We can emphasize the differences, or we can discern the unimpeachable commonality.


And we are quickly running out of time. The decisions we are making together every moment of every day, the synergy of all our actions combined in the play of time, are creating a future that few of us would likely want to endure. And yet we give so little thought to the world that our grandchildren, their grandchildren, and the grandchildren a thousand years hence – assuming we as a species, assuming this garden of a planet, can even survive that long – will endure.


A very curious thing, indeed, how imagination rules the human drama.


Surely, I am not the only one who feels like an alien here.