There is a rhythm to things out there,
on the lake, close to the sky,
and the wind, and the water.
Those things touch me, comfort me.
I feel at peace,
at times exhilarated,
and sometimes overwhelmed
by the beauty and majesty
of all that surrounds me.
At other times, my thoughts
wander toward questions,
questions about things
I don’t quite understand,
things that may trouble me.
Sometimes, I seem to
hit upon tentative answers
and those feelings of peace return.
At other times, I head toward home
with an emptiness, and feelings
of uneasiness in my gut.
I do this quite often, think about things,
things not about me, not
about anyone in particular,
not even about
things that are obvious,
or concrete, like objects.
It’s more about processes,
dynamics, relationships,
information, and what
we tentatively call truths.
The universe is certainly vast,
but humans mostly live
their individual lives
within small bubbles.
That is where my thoughts
have wandered today.
I am human. I, too, live my life
within a small bubble.
But I am not alone.
My life touches
and overlaps and
affects the lives
of other humans.
And the lives they lead
touch and affect my life.
We are unavoidably
connected to each other.
Is it wise or not that I consider
the consequences
for my fellow humans
of any and all decisions
I make to act
or not to act?
Or, is that an entirely
irrelevant consideration?
Could my decisions possibly
have consequence
for the universe, too?
The universe is not static.
Its actions affect me.
Do mine affect it?
The universe and its actions
are relevant to me.
My survival is at stake.
Is the survival of the universe
in jeopardy if my decisions
do not consider
consequence for it?
Or is that a silly question?
Perhaps the universe
is not in jeopardy
no matter what I do,
or don’t do.
But the environment within which
I live here on Earth,
that is another story.
Surely my actions affect it.
And if so, surely its health
could be in jeopardy
as a result of what I do
or don’t do. And if
the environment fails
in ways that support
my existence, then
my actions could put
my own existence
in jeopardy.
I am troubled, though.
Have any of my fellow humans
come to the same
conclusions that I have?
Some maybe, more
than a few perhaps,
but definitely not all.
I wish I was not so ignorant
about exactly why and how
so many of my fellow humans
behave and think the way they do.
Out here near the water,
when it is calm
and the sun is low
I often do feel at peace
with myself, and with the
universe beyond our
tiny lives within bubbles.
That peace I feel helps me believe
the universe and I, together,
have an understanding,
that we share a mutual respect,
and a kind of mutual trust,
limited, of course,
by my success in
learning to understand.
Learning to understand?
Understand what?
I’ll tell you.
The universe obeys laws, laws
that I can come to know,
through both insightful observation
and the processes of science,
logic, and mathematics.
If I also obey those laws,
and consider the consequence
of my actions and inactions,
the universe and I will
have accommodated to
each other. An accommodation
limited, of course,
by any continuing
ignorances I may have.
Within that accommodation,
the universe reliably continues
doing what it does
while I feel confidently free
to explore and question,
wander and wonder at all
the beauty and majesty
our lives have to offer
all without either of us
tripping over or
harming each other.
But if I return to the land
where my fellows reside,
all in their individual bubbles,
I do not feel at peace.
Fears and even disdain
fill my thoughts,
fears and disdain,
but also puzzlement,
all relating to my fellows.
For I have found that I cannot
totally trust them to observe
the same laws of
the universe that I
know and observe.
Nor can I trust them to
consider the consequence
of actions they take
or do not take,
for me, for each other,
for the environment,
or for the universe.
In other words, on land,
the bubble I live within
is not fully safe, reliable,
beautiful and engaging.
Instead, it is turbulent with
the consequences of
arrogance and ignorance,
and abandoned responsibility.
And that is sad.
Very very sad.
It also irritates and agitates me,
because I begin to fear
all the un-considered and
ill-considered consequences for
every one of my fellow humans,
for the environment and
all its helpful creature,
and even for the universe.
How, how can I help more of my fellows
to at least consider
the worth of my thoughts,
thoughts regarding
consequence and
responsibility?
And of the value and utility
of laws that are knowable
from the workings of
the universe itself?
How? How can
I do that?
Or, maybe no, perhaps that is all wrong.
Maybe my thinking is stunted,
blind, riddled with false assumptions.
Maybe the comforting order
I see in nature is not a viable
aspiration for human behavior.
Maybe a more accurate
understanding of human behavior
would be corrosion, a forest fire,
a destructive storm, a bomb,
a supernova, or a black hole.
Maybe it is hopeless fantasy
to imagine humans dancing
in harmony with the rhythms,
colors, and songs of nature.
Maybe humans are actually the disease
that will bring everything to an end.
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Sunday, January 1st, 2017 Bridgman MI USA
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