My dear friend;
Order. The seeming singular driver behind all collective machinations of the human realm.
It is of this that I wish to comment in light of your communication.
We accept, as we are taught, that each human is an individual - a self contained universe if you will. We struggle with the hubris of evaluating
worth, merit, and value, almost as an 'equal and opposite' reaction to the presence of other 'singular' humans in our midst.
Many marvel at the similarities between us, many despair at the incongruities of what we project as our intentions, in contrast with the effective
nature of our actions. Some decry the human condition as a series of inevitable frictions and conflicts between us; others plead for our reason to
guide us in harmony.
Yet, in the end, by default, we seem to labor endlessly to construct order between us. Predictable, coherent, comprehensible order.
Many prescribe to the notion that without an order of 'pecking,' a hiearchy, no collective work can be accomplished. Of those so inclined, it is
inevitable that their concept of order is most correct, that their vision is clearest, and that others should acquiesce.
The predators call it leadership. And the single most important element of leadership - to them - is obedience.
In their construct of order we are to submit, and deny our own vision in most cases, giving in to the greater good, usually as defined by the
Most, in doing so, acquire the pride of 'belonging'. Others, in anxious defiance, become dissenters and are similarly proud. This reality creates
division, creates 'disorder' and subsquently becomes the fuel of passion which destroys our connections either by dogma, or ideology.
Can we eradicate poverty and hunger, yes. To deny it is foolishly obtuse. Do we want to, the answer is clearly "no." Most people can sleep well at
night, and live untroubled lives, while those near them hunger, suffer, and die. Is it a choice? Yes.
We rely on the providers of order to rationalize the grief.
Our reach into the world is limited by our exposure to wisdom, our access to knowledge, and our valuation of order.
To quote a fictional character from an entertainment venue of old, "Logic is a pretty flower, that smells really bad."
The ironic description rings theatrically true.
I suspect that which relentlessly moves us from where we were to where we are headed is greatly amused.
What is order? Is it necessarily the antithesis of freedom? Must freedom express itself by engendering disorder? And when we serve others, should
we not choose to do so? Isn't all compulsion to act and serve slavery? Are we prepared and wise enough as a community of souls to portion out what
is too much order and what is too much freedom?
We may never know if we are constrained to evacuate the discourse and allow others to debate it.
Thinkers of old, unfettered by the shackles of our "new" order have given us great reason to believe that the answers are within our grasp. And yet
to teach the process, to discuss the questions, even to access the old thinker's thoughts, has become less achievable than ever.
Thank you, for your words evoke precisley the spirit which must express itself.
Be most well.
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