Friday, 12 June 2009
He Shall Not Need To Grieve At Knowing Of Thy Choice.
The choicelessness, the lack of volition, the futility of self in oneness is not necessarily a cause for fear or sorrow. To realise that whatever remarkable and careful steps we have taken to ensure we are on the right path, and that whatever choices seem to be presented and made are not the design of our singular will, is freedom, not powerlessness. However paradoxical it may seem, the realisation that there is no one, no individual who has ever made a choice, is the realisation that life is unfettered; unbound by the possibility of control that any tiny boxed-in individual could wield. The mind, ego, self, whatever we're labeling it today, will go to great and crafty lengths to not relinquish this illusion of control. The story of taking responsibility is most common; the mind concocts a belief system, replete with stories of suffering, stories of lives lived unfulfilled, stories of compassion and the need to connect with others, stories of husbandry and responsible care for the planet, and make it the most potent excuse for never seeing the beauty of being, just as it is. In choicelessness, nothing changes. It could not. There will always be the story of individuals taking responsibility, balancing recklessness and selfishness with care and repair. The world will continue in a story, many many stories, as it always has, whether "you" have anything to do with it or not.