We all have trouble with things not going our way. It's been that way with black people throughout the history of this country. They have yet to take up arms and go to war with asshole white people. Everybody else goes to war over the least little slight. Putin didn't like something about Ukraine that no one else had any problem with (Anybody remember what that was? Nazis maybe? As if!). Black people have been taking and taking and taking. White people have been lynching them, shooting them, beating them, imprisoning them, making jokes about them, refusing to pay them a living wage, taking every advantage of them... It is a very long list. Black people are as a group the most gracious, kind, considerate, generous, beautiful, wonderful people I, personally, have ever known. White people, on the other hand, are mostly to be avoided, even if you are white. The number of white people who can be counted on for their sincerity, integrity, honesty, balance and harmony is well under the fifty percentile in my experience over 77 years and counting. One out of ten would be generous. So what's with the "Superiority" self-designation? That is certainly not something the other races would think up. White people are not superior to any people. More ruthless, perhaps. More greedy, maybe. Well-suited to bullying and warfare. But, if we are talking about the tender values, it is a wide-open race to the finish line! I'm saying the problem is with white people and their immaturity and refusal to live exhibiting grace, kindness, generosity, compassion and peace. In each situation as it arises as their contribution to the wellbeing of all people everywhere. There is nothing wrong that growing up wouldn't make better or solve entirely.
We are the balancing agents of the universe. We sort, order, categorize, list, collect, group, designate, see connections, create connections, find a place for everything, put everything in its place... We square things up, round things out, reduce excess, reduce deficit, make things fit. We take Yin and add a touch of Yang (Pronounced "Yong"). We are servants of balance and harmony. It is nature's way, and we are servants of nature. When we are at our best. When we are at our worst, not so much. We do not do well off center and out of round. Our world gets that way from time to time. We lose our balance, crash through the guard rails and it all goes to hell because we walk off the job and quit caring how it looks or what happens. The human contract with the rest of life is to care how it looks and what happens, and to take up the work to make it work. When we fail to do that, it shows. What keeps us in the game? Why do our part? Why go on caring when it gets to be too much? Too much to bear. Too much to do. This is where the system requires a living mythology for us to fall back on, live out of and keep everything going. Reason, logic, refuse to do things that make no sense. Mythology is senseless to the core. No ritual can explain itself. "We dance to make the sun rise, we sing to bring the rain to water the earth." Nonsense! There is no connection! We have lost the connections, and see no reasons to do what it takes to make things work. Work for what? For what purpose? Why are we here? We look for reason and logic to answer us that. When the answer has never been reasonable and logical. "We are here to keep the sun coming up, to bring the rain to water the earth." We always had a divine purpose for being, and it would all be clear one day. When we refuted all the old beliefs that held the old world together, we had nothing left to hold the world together, and no reason to do anything we did not feel like doing. The people who built the pyramids and the great temples and cathedrals were compelled to do so. Feeling like it never entered the room. Without the compulsion "the center fails to hold," and here we are. Now what? We have to return to the center. To our own center To our own original nature. To our own virtues that are built into our DNA. And live to serve and share who we are for reasons beyond our ability to explain or understand. We have to be who we are born to be. Though we do not know why or what for. Why do we love what we love? It is a complete mystery. We have to find our way back to the Mystery at the heart of things, and love what we love, and do the things that love asks us to do. Whether we feel like it or not.
Joseph Campbell says repeatedly throughout his writing and speaking that "The old has passed away, and what's going to replace it, I do not know," or words to that effect. Logic and reason have taken the life out of the Mystery, but the Mystery has not been surpassed. The Mystery has been, is being, made fun of, ridiculed, derided, denounced, etc., but the Mystery is still with us, among us, needing only recognition to be with us as always. Why do we see the way we see? Think the way we think? Feel the way we feel? Love what we love? Who are we? What are we about? What are we to be about? We all are "working on mysteries without any clues" (Bob Seger). We only need to be aware of the place Mystery has in our lives. We can encounter the Mystery as easily as emptying ourselves of even the desire to be empty and entering the stillness and the silence, and waiting for something to stir, emerge, arise, appear unbidden/un-thought as an aberration "out of nowhere," and follow where it leads. How do we revere and serve the Mystery? We create our own symbols, or receive them as they come to us "out of nowhere." Compose our own rituals. Nurture our own souls... We find our own way as the path appears before us when we start walking. The Mystery is the source of mythology, and is with us always to the end of our days, and perhaps beyond, for that too is cloaked in mystery.