More.

Surrounded on all sides by modernity and mundanity. Electrical lights and central air conditioning. Refrigerated  fruits and oven-baked meats. All maintained by exchanging labor for revenue. Division of labor. Goods and services.  Nothing has changed in thousands of years. 

Torch light and open windows. Salt-preserved foods in a pot over an open flame. Gathered either first-hand or second-hand.

Modern miracles. All the things that trick us into believing things are so different. So many fixated on the banality of existence. Obsession with what they believe is the Real because they can see it with their eyes and feel it with their hands. Because everyone’s brain seems to process the same way. Is the color Red you see the same as the Red someone else does? Most likely yes. Can you be certain? Most likely no.

What is our slice of perceived reality in an endless sea of possibility? For so many of us know that on the other side of this mundane place are realms of unimagined vastness that the mind of a slightly evolved ape is ill suited to seek to comprehend. And yet the stubbornness of so many of us demands that this unimaginable vastness conform to what we wish, seeking to fill our desires.

Surely there must be a way of cobbling together an understanding of this vastness in such a way to permit us to be the center of the universe as we are. Surely there is a way we can come up with our own path that makes things so easy. That asks nothing of us. Something tailor-made to our will. After all we were given the ability to comprehend concepts like infinity; why not use our imaginations to craft our own realities the way we harness electricity and the atom to reinvent modernity and mundanity?

Because at the end of the day… We delude ourselves. The reality we craft is nothing more then a reinvention of modernity and mundanity. Because it is crafted by us. Flawed evolved apes just conscious enough to reach out into a world of vastness that we can perceive, and then convince ourselves we can master like we did electricity in the atom.

Ironic that this is borne from the philosophy of Socrates “all I know is I know nothing”. There are so many things we know deep down that we choose to ignore, or we choose to fight. Things about the universe we don’t like because it fails to cater to what we want. And we disbelieve what we wish by hiding behind our own ignorance and wishing something was not so.

What kind of greater reality of universal truth all comes together to makes sense in the mind of a flawed, finite creature? There can be only one answer. Delusion.

What is at the center of a black hole? Surely there must be an answer. An exit to another dimension through a white hole? A place outside of time and space that slowly degrades into nothingness? There must be an answer and science will show us the way. If not now, one day. Our faith in our own magnificence is amusing. As we claw away at the secrets of the universe we forget how we are able to learn what we learn. We give credit to ourselves so easily, and forget so quickly that on the time scale of the universe that it was merely in the blink of an eye since we lived in caves. 

This world means so much to us. And yet instinctively we know how mundane it truly is. We sense, in primitive in vague terms, slivers of the worlds around us and demand that they fit into the world we create for them; in the world of electricity and frozen pizza. And when the worlds around us fail to conform to our desire to control them, the only result can be anger. Frustration at the arrogant infinity for not conforming to the box we create at the center of our lives.

And that anger begins to consume us. We begin to be disjointed deep within, as our connections to greater realms becomes incompatible with our concerns about finite money and fleeting happiness. And then we can’t even approach those things in our material life without that the sense of being disjoined and the anger that comes with it.

We become so very comfortable with anger. A sense of need for the importance we feel it gives us. The desire to control our lives because surely we are the ones most equipped to navigate through the sea of vastness and create broken spectacles for ourselves to see it through.

The faster we come to anger, the more uncomfortable we are with our place in the infinity of existence. And then we find we are uncomfortable with our place in the finite world of mundanity, because at the root of our anger is that we are uncomfortable with our place within ourselves. What we know about ourselves chews at our consciousness and as we fight against it we shield ourselves with lies and denials.

So what is the path through not just ourselves; not just our mundane lives of living to buy food for our bellies and mortgages for our shelter; but through the greater realms of existence that we know we know are there, but cannot comprehend? The answer is as simple as it is incomprehensible: Trust.

Trust. In what we know that loves us.

Trust. In what we know has our best interests at heart, even when we don’t understand.

Trust. That we are so much more than our flesh and blood that this life is such a tiny and minuscule part of the vast infinity of existence.

Anger in and of itself is the source of nothing but the disastrous effects it inevitably has on our lives. It is a side effect of us failing to trust that there is a purpose for all things. Incomprehensibly complex and simple at the same time.

Feeling and being. How do we align them from their naturally opposing places? 

With Trust. Not in ourselves. In More.