I’m sitting here observing people and listening to King Crimson. Does it ever strike you how completely strange is the lack of human interaction?
It should be completely natural for the 15 or so people around me to be immersed in conversation and empathy for one another, but for some strange reason, this isn’t the case.
Should I mention that I’m at an alcoholics anonymous club house and our problem certainly isn’t one of not having anything on which we can relate?
Yet, here I sit, alone, watching groups of 2 or maybe 3 people have their own private conversations.
“Confusion will be my epitaph. I fear tomorrow, I’ll be crying.” (King Crimson)
I’ll be here most of the day and no doubt will be engaged in several of these semi-private conversations myself. This isn’t the point. The point is the ridiculous differences we see in each other from ourselves.
All these criminally obtuse distinctions based on looks, race, class, age, creed and any other reason we, albeit subconsciously, use to separate ourselves from each other.
What an incredible farce!
I don’t do a whole lot of “rocking the boat,” you see. I’ve engaged nearly every one of these individuals without any vision of social consequence – paying anyway in this having to absolve to solitude.
Can you see the absolute insanity? We’re human beings! Sure you’re different, you’re an enigma! But NAMASTE to you all. I see you for your intrinsic value and beauty, not in what ways you are not like me! How silly would it be if I did that?
But you do it every day! (Generally speaking, of course.)
I love you all!
Love & Light!