One may think the other is other. The truth is you are all of us, and together we are you.
Something evil thinks it’s seizing hold of power. Something evil: ignorance, ego, pure idiocy. Something evil seeps within people, people we know and respect. How do we overcome hate and fear? Presence and education. Listening and togetherness. Hope and change.
Consider the fact that we’re a lot like fractals [noun, mathematics]: “a curve or geometric figure, each part of which has the same statistical character as the whole. Fractals are useful in modeling structures (such as eroded coastlines or snowflakes) in which similar patterns recur at progressively smaller scales, and in describing partly random or chaotic phenomena such as crystal growth, fluid turbulence, and galaxy formation.”
Now begins the coming together of humanity. Love all the way.
Dr. King addressed our one United Public in his historic speech, “I Have a Dream“: “We refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we’ve come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
“We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy.
“Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom from drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.”
Now is the time. Now, today, this moment is alive, is with us, because we love.
Have we forgotten? It’s so EASY TO LOVE. Let go and feel it, because it’s all there is that’s real.
Loving takes less energy than not loving does. And through each of us loving we’re collectively keeping alive our infinite wholeness. This amazing grace.
Easy and infinite, that’s love! It’s up to us to always choose it, always emphatically, always powerfully Now, in this moment, here, within.
As long as we search for Now, we will never find it. We will stumble upon the collective, the infinity, the perfect circle of Now as soon as we let go and give up our egos to the whole.
Humans, I beg of us: What if we could be different? What if we could all get better? (And better, and better, and better, and better . . . ?)
This is a vision for the future in which we’re all truly alive. Let’s envision living in a world where we communicate creatively with each other, and always intentionally. Forever like children in our pure curiosity; our giving and sharing; our laughter; our unconditional love for nature.
I’m here, starting my sixth year out of college, age twenty-seven, one woman, interdependent, nearly invisible, exiled home, alive or dead, somewhere somewhen, at work in Ann Arbor, Michigan, in the year twenty-sixteen, the year of our lord, no.
I like writing for fun. I work full-time at the intersection of scholarly and library publishing and pedagogy at one the top public research institutions in the country. And this is the first I’ve written in some time. I’m on a lunch break as I write this. It’s two-thirty-two p.m.
This is the first time in my life I’ve felt I must take a stand and raise my voice because it is my obligation to this planet.
(It’s funny all the ways the personal and the professional converge eventually. How everything that rises . . . keeps rising.)
What I mean is there’s no affording hating yourself or dismissing others or cursing the universe. It’s time to love. And it’s so easy. All you do is be. Be, and give thanks.
(I’m talking to you, and I’m talking to myself.)
This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. That’s how you know it’s right.
Communicating with intention, with meaning. As if it can be done. As if we can progress as one toward a collective reality aligned with our wildest dreams.
It’s as if an image that had been distorted for millennia pieced itself together in the span of seventy-two hours, and I feel transcendent, perched on top of time.
The puzzle picture’s lit with big synergy. We’re coming together now. We’re coming.