The Pretense of Righteousness or Our Un-Corruptible Spring or Corruption and Pollution Have No Chance
One doesn’t have to look far today for pictures of dying children. One doesn’t have to go far to actually see dying children. Dying children are all around us. And we are the “lucky” ones.
I believe the more pain you can feel emotionally the more access you have to your humanity, which is our singular gift of existence. I believe one of the cruelest myths ever perpetrated on humankind is that pain is bad. If pain is a part of our humanity and we are taught that pain is bad or something to be avoided, well that doesn’t bode well for our species. Some may say that the ideal is a world without pain, some transcendental space where humans have overcome pain and exist as some ethereal entity painless, ascended perhaps. In fact the more I think about this and write about it the less desirable a world without pain becomes. Perhaps that is just my cro-magnon coming out, my un-evolved human who can’t mentally or spiritually realize a world beyond his own body, his own mechanism. Be that as it may – I am here, now and I am wearing my body suit. I am wearing what I have been giving and I am processing the world through this suit of flesh and bone and with my squishy electric brain and I know that to be human, to be Damon, I must feel the pain of wearing the suit, I must feel the pain of the un-evolved brain as it stretches to reconcile itself in all its parts between what it sees and what it knows is possible. I have come hard wired with my suit of perception and my processor – these are my tools and I have also come hard wired with my beautiful and dreadful imagination, my ability to create in space and time. I have the ability, at the same time to perceive a hungry child, to perceive millions of hungry children and millions dying from hunger and at the same time imagine a world where they are fed, where there is no hunger. I can do this.
Well so what…
So what is that I think what the world needs (Yes, I agree with myself) to feel more pain. Not in a “Batman The Rise of The Dark Knight” type of way. No. We do not need to inflict more pain. There is plenty, an overwhelming amount of pain every moment of every day, some inflicted some as a process of life. What the world needs is to feel that pain, deeply, overwhelmingly. What the world needs is to be overcome by the pain of being human and by the pain in the dying of a child. If we felt the pain that is all around us, whether a result of injustice, malice or life we would not be so hungry for the destruction of our world. We would have access the softest most beautiful sense of being human. It is all there for us. Right now, sitting at desks, worrying about bills, wondering what to buy or who to vote for. It is all there for us, underneath our convictions and our righteousness. The pain, our emancipator.
I don’t know about you even though I like to think I do (and really – I do know about you and you know about me) but for me when I engage my creativity I am terrified by what I see and I wish to only remain in my head, safe from a world that today doesn’t seem to want to change. Safe from a world that is being fed pills to relieve the pain in order to inflict more. My creative space, the space, quiet, unspoiled from which the spring of whats best in me bubbles up and nourishes it’s surroundings feels threatened by the pollution and corruption of the world into which it bubbles. But, my friends, my brothers and sisters, I have been confused and deceived. The source of the spring is pure and un-polluteable, un-corruptable. It is the pollution and corruption of the world that should feel afraid, my spring cannot be touched and if I find the courage to release it to the world pollution and corruption will have no defense and through only a spring of one, will immediately become less potent. And that is just one spring. We are billions. We are billions and corruption and pollution have no defense for us. And that is why corruption and pollution have only once resource, only one solution, they must not allow the springs to flow. They must not allow the springs to flow and there is only one way to stop the creative expression of a person, their spring, and that is fear.
There are worlds beyond our worlds of countries and politics and news and entertainment. There is a bomb dropped on a village that burns a child to death. There is the intentful existence of death by hunger. We are not helpless humans. We can achieve what we choose to achieve and we do. When you sit quietly in your creative space, with the purity of your spring bubbling and nuturing, in that place very few see but that you know intimately, what does your world look like? Does it look like the world we live in today? Is it different? How is it different and what would happen if you shared your spring with the world?
This might be the best thing you have ever written in my humble opion.
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