It’s All In My Head

Who reads dystopian novels when politics and social norms are going off the rails?  When deadly hurricanes, monsoons, fires and earthquakes consume the planet?  That would be me.  Just finished Margaret Atwood’s hellish trilogy: Oryx and Crake, The Year of the Flood, and MaddAdam.  Her imagination is extraordinary, and in today’s environment sadly believable.

Between my fixation on the political hullabaloo, reading apocalyptic books and Yuval Harari’s Sapiens, History of Humankind, I’ve indulged a serious look at the worst case scenario.

Curiously, I’m more aware than ever that “worst” – “best” – “bad” – “good” are just words.  World events may seem scary, dangerous; even infuriating.  For some they’re deadly.  How I internalize them, how I meet them, is peculiar to my personal beliefs.  This perspective determines whether I’m miserable or content.

A character in MaddAdam was weeding a garden and thought:

“… Weed is simply our name for a plant that annoys us by getting in the way of our Human plans.”

It struck me how easy it is to label things, even people and events as weed-like when they annoy me and intrude on my plans.  They aren’t – that’s all in my head.

As I digest all this the Serenity Prayer comes to mind:

The “wisdom” part – that’s what I need.  Knowing when to chill and when to act is hard AF.

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“I have invented the world I see . . .   I have invented this situation as I see it.” ― A Course In Miracles (Lesson 32)

Is it Reality . . . Is it Delusion – Part 3

It’s shockingly difficult to peel away from our cultural and familial upbringing.  Some trauma might cause questions and probing … but candidly, how many of us enjoy thoughtful self-reflection?  Too many people live and die in their prescribed swim lanes.

Yuval Noah Harari outlined a bright spot for me with “The Law of Nature” and Buddhism in his chapters on Religion.  Among other natural-law religions, Buddhism maintains “that the superhuman order governing the world is the product of natural laws rather than of divine wills and whims.”

“.. suffering is not caused by ill fortune, by social injustice, or by divine whims.  Rather, suffering is caused by the behavior patterns of one’s own mind.”

There is a way out of the “vicious cycles.”  When we understand “things as they are, then there is no suffering.  If you experience sadness without craving that the sadness go away, you continue to feel sadness but you do not suffer from it.”

“But how do you get the mind to accept things as they are, without craving?  To accept sadness as sadness, joy as joy, pain as pain?”  

“. . . train the mind to focus all its attention on the question, ‘What am I experiencing now?’ rather than on ‘What would I rather be experiencing?’”

Suffering is optional.

Easy to say … difficult to achieve.

We don’t just – poof – overcome the programming of a lifetime.  We live in the community of common delusion.  Your traffic jam is my traffic jam.

The world is constantly changing.  The Industrial Revolution brought questions and science, a “mentality of conquest”, capitalism – “greed is good” slogans; and some say the collapse of family and community.  Are we better off?  Are we happier?

Harari says maybe not.

“So our medieval ancestors were happy because they found meaning to life in collective delusions about the afterlife?  Yes.  As long as nobody punctured their fantasies, why shouldn’t they?  As far as we can tell, from a purely scientific viewpoint, human life has absolutely no meaning. … Hence any meaning that people ascribe to their lives is just a delusion.”

“This is quite a depressing conclusion.  Does happiness really depend on self-delusion?”

Is it all in my head?  Does it matter?

Harari brings me back to the Buddhist philosophy; “the key to happiness is to know the truth about yourself – to understand who, or what, you really are.”

And here I am again!  What is real?
Physical – objective facts … things I can see, touch, hear, smell & taste?
Or the imagined – the gods, nations, culture, economics?
Reality will change when I tell a different story.

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“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.” ― Albert Einstein

“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes.  Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow.  Let reality be reality.  Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.” ― Lao Tzu

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Is it Reality . . . Is it Delusion – Part 2

The Philosopher Thomas Hobbes said “life outside society would be ‘solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short’.”


Yuval Noah Harari’s Sapien persuades me that living outside society may not be possible – even while society’s “imagined order is always in danger of collapse, because it depends upon myths, and myths vanish once people stop believing in them.”

Harari asks, “How do you cause people to believe in an imagined order? Christianity, democracy or capitalism?”  First – we get people to believe in this “imagined order” by never admitting “that the order is imagined.”

“You also educate people thoroughly.  From the moment they are born you constantly remind them of the principles of the imagined order which are incorporated into anything and everything.”

We build our prison walls; our imagined order:

  • “..  embedded in the material world” – as with today’s individualism; our homes, personal space and privacy.
  • “.. it shapes our desires” – the “romantic, nationalist, capitalist and humanist myths” whisking us away on holiday, following our hearts, listening to the quiet voice within.
  • “.. is inter-subjective” “I am just one person” … I must need a job, money, car, an education – because we agreed this is what is.  Right?

“There is no way out of an imagined order.  When we break down our prison walls and run toward freedom, we are in fact running into a more spacious exercise yard of a bigger prison.”

It’s a catch-22!  We want science, logic and laws.  We want faith, grace and freedom.  We want to be individuals, but are bound together in the tapestry of our times.

What’s a Homo Sapien to do?
What does THIS Homo Sapien do?

Really!  What choices do I have?  Do I have a choice?

I’m part of the collective whole – no way around that. Propelled by primary “universal orders” like money, empire and religion; belief drilled into my brain and psyche.  Harari calls these three the great unifiers of humankind:

  • Money:  a psychological construct” allowing us to cooperate with strangers. No doubt, many of my life choices are based on economics.
  • Empire:  they came, they conquered … and “the process of assimilation was often painful and traumatic.”  No kidding!  National or Global – not likely to go away.
  • Religion:  our “system of human norms and values” – “founded on a belief in a superhuman order.”  Then there’s the history of universal and missionary monotheism which led to repeated and violent extermination of “all competition.”  Oy vey.

History is harsh.  No wonder denial is a thing.

… to be continued (again!)

Is it Reality . . . Is it Delusion – Part 1

What is real?

Physical – objective facts … things I can see, touch, hear, smell & taste?

Or the imagined – the gods, nations, culture, economics?

Reality will change if I tell a different story.

When I started reading Yuval Noah Harari’s book Sapiens in March I was oddly relieved.  The stories . . . our collective histories, today’s worldview – my personal narrative; all fantasy.  We buy into the illusion that it’s real.

“There are no gods in the universe, no nations, no money, no human rights, no laws, and no justice outside the common imagination of human beings.”

Reading this “brief history of mankind” offered a different perspective – the agricultural revolution … the industrial revolution … technology, didn’t necessarily make life better.  Harari says the agricultural revolution is “History’s Biggest Fraud” – that it only kept “more people alive under worse conditions” – “the pursuit of an easier life resulted in much hardship.”

“One of history’s few iron laws is that luxuries tend to become necessities and to spawn new obligations.”

The “Agricultural Revolution” – a minuscule moment in time compared to our ancestor’s hunting and gathering days . . . aren’t the “great leap forward for humanity” we believe them to be.  That’s a myth, a great deception; one I musta bought or I wouldn’t be stressing out over today’s current flash in the narrative timeline.

Yes, oddly relieved.

Relieved to be advised that Homo Sapiens have been fucking up the planet from the get go.  No reason to get all twisted up about today’s shit show in my back yard.  Amazing how this un-funked me.  Infinity … Eternity … and Me. When I think about now – this time in the history of everything, my angst isn’t going to make a bit of difference.

Relieved . . . for a minute.  Then came a mini existential crisis.

Is this world – My Life, pre-determined?  Do I have a destiny?  Are some things meant to be?

Am I doomed – or graced – to be born of this time … flounder about in my worldview stew … and then die?

What about free will?

What is my moral responsibility as a player during this sliver of time in the universe?

Can my puny actions make a difference?

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… to be continued

Let’s Get Radical

Speaking up, dissenting; taking a stand – not my ambition as a youngster.  My objective then, like many girls of my generation was to be liked, to fit in; be popular.  Regrettably for that youthful goal, my edges were a bit too frayed and my opinions decidedly peculiar – finding me channeling the rebel; mouthy and belligerent.

Still, this eccentric girl learned the fine art of camouflage; it took me far and served me well – until it didn’t.  My edges, they’re still ragged; those opinions – quirkier.  The desire to fit in?  Living (dang it!), but mercifully gasping for air.

The need to placate is fading.  Biting my tongue so I don’t “offend” gets harder every day.  My habits may be entrenched; my brain may fight to keep it that way, but the balance of my dueling needs are shifting.  Gloria Steinem once said “Women may be the one group that grows more radical with age.” I’m banking on it.

My feminist inclinations clashed with the world I was born to.  I chafed at the roles available to me; finding them limited and restricting.  But to fit in – I shoved my square self into those round holes; carving off bits and pieces of myself.  Still, my 24 YO self was compelled to whack a guy over the head with a menu when he challenged my opinion that the Equal Rights Amendment should have passed.  His argument?  I couldn’t quote the damn thing.

Lesson learned.  Now, when professing to believe something, I’m well informed on that professed belief.  And I get it; women are held to different standards.  So …

Equal Rights Amendment:  “Equality of rights under the law shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex.” – Wikipedia

How hard is it to agree with this?  Apparently pretty hard. The ERA died in 1982 – three states short of ratification.

So mouth – get flappin’ … speak up; Resist.  Being liked .. Hmpf; it’s not always what it’s’ cracked up to be.

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“…her wings are cut and then she is blamed for not knowing how to fly.” ― Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex