Disturbance takes countless forms. The churning chaos of the clashing rocks, and the heaving waves of the wine dark sea are the providential prerogatives of the gods of disturbance, disorder and instability. Theirs is the province of the 10,000 things, which they wield with relish and complete abandon to the dismay and appall of all sentient beings throughout their time upon the earth. We cry, "Peace! Peace," but there is no peace, and seek refuge and succor in all places high and low, only to discover that "there is no balm in Gilead," or in any of the other mirages of refuge and retreat worldwide. The Buddha under the Bo Tree and Jesus in the wilderness turned within and found the place of quiet rest to be in the refusal to be moved by the forces arrayed against them in a "This, too, this, too. So what? So what?" kind of way. Allowing what cannot be done to point the way to what can be done about what needs to be done-- in a "Here we are, now what?" kind of way-- leads to the realization that we can always sit still and be quiet, and wait to see what stirs to life in the silence to suggest a path, a direction, and a response of resilience and determination first articulated by Ulysses in The Odyssey: "I will persist and endure! And when the heaving waves have shaken my raft to pieces, Then, I will swim!"
In light of what do we live? Our guide through the darkness and chaos of our life is our sense of the good-- of what needs to happen in the time and place of our living in response to the times-- such as they are-- that are upon us, surrounding us, tossing us about like dust in the wind. The times define and limit us all, and it is our place to respond to the times that are upon us by defining ourselves while staying in touch with the best that has been and will ever be. What is that Best that runs through all times and places? Paul, writing to the Philippians, suggested, "Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is excellent, admirable, and worthy of praise, strive for these things!" What are those things? What have people always said they are? What do you say they are? Let those things be your guide, as you live to emulate, reproduce, serve, exhibit and express them in the time and place of your living-- through all of the times you will be asked to live in and through during the time you are alive. Be yourself in the service of your original nature and the Good that has always been recognized as good through all the times and places that people have lived upon the earth, amid the clashing rocks and the heaving waves of the wine dark sea.
When we dispense with theology and doctrine, we are left with our original nature, our gifts/shtick/specialties/daemon/preferences/interests/etc. that came with us from the womb, and with each situation as it arises, which we read with compassionate awareness, mining it for what's what, and what needs to be done about it, and how we can serve that by sharing our gifts/etc-- for the joy and gladness of doing it, and the satisfaction of having done it, situation by situation, all our life long. In so doing, we would be living like a dog wags its tail (Alan Stacel).