Piles of crap are accumulating over my head. No, it’s not a bad crap - in fact, it’s a pile of gems, jewels, and precious stones in the form of knowledge that was almost lost to the world, and by sheer accident has landed on my laps - yet there is so much of it right now that I don’t know how to even begin to unwind this big knot of the million threads, and the billion of ideas. I don’t know how can I possibly find time just to absorb all this, much less to integrate it into my bones and muscles, before I will be able to share it with you. And yet I must... This is my mission. This is what I’m living for...
Has it ever occurred to anyone that our mission has always been there at the moment we were born? I think we have become too arrogant in believing that we can choose our mission, that we can decide our destiny. As if a liver cell can one day decide that it is bored to be a liver cell, and it wants to become a neuron cell instead, or a heart cell, or a muscle cell. How arrogant and selfish. You know what happens when that happens? Cancer. Not only the cell fails to achieve what it was set out to do, but it also ruins the entire organism, and after a seemingly overwhelming success of that particular cell to replicate and “take over the world” - suddenly things become worse and worse, and the entire organism dies... How selfish and arrogant, and what a great price to pay for it.
What if we as people are “cells” in the organism of the culture, or even humanity as a whole? Or, how about the entire biosphere of the planet Earth? What is the price of becoming selfish and arrogant about the World and our role as gods and rulers and kings of our own destiny?
A cell cannot decide what it will become - it has to discover its purpose, through the interaction with other cells, through its own introspection of its DNA and the unfolding of it specific to this cell, is how it discovers its purpose. And if it lives its purpose, the entire organism is living happily, and many other cells, for many generations, are living a healthy life.
Likewise, we cannot decide what our purpose is, we can only discover it. And a way to discover it is through observing the signals the Universe is sending us, and observing the unfolding of our own DNA, or what makes up our personal code - from within.
How can I communicate these ideas to you? How can I even comprehend these ideas for myself in a way that they become communicable? How do I find time to absorb and integrate all that mass of collective wisdom before I even begin to think of a possibility of pointing it out to someone else?
Questions, questions, questions...
