in the middle

 Many things we know for sure tend to be boring because we already know them…for sure.   

For me, not being able to know for sure about a lot of things has become a good way to exist. We don’t have to know everything. It’s a joy to have found comfort where it was least expected. Here’s an example:

Theism and atheism are both beliefs. Why argue when there’s no way to prove things beyond doubt either way?

In the middle we can relax and look around and just be. Never having to pull or push some mental pattern throughout each day. This is the way many folks, free-thinkers, humanists, agnostics, etc. think and feel. Does the middle way dismiss all magic claiming to be real?

Why promote one’s ideas? Again, are there reasons to battle? It takes up time and feels good if one is bored. Is it just something to do in the trough of time?

Is it idealistic to desire to live in a cleaner and more tolerant world? Sure…and…

Where would we be without idealism and realism? Do they balance each other out? Are they just other parts of our situation? Are they the same thing? Think of capitalism and socialism being best mixed together. So with realism and idealism, does mixing the two make a tasty steak?

Are all dualities really singles as in hot and cold are two of the many conditions of temperature, the single? 

What about being a human creature unpolluted by advanced language and using survival skills to live and propagate? Bingo…we came in by the back door.

Are we
always right in
the middle of everywhere?

what will happen to me

Somewhere between birth and three years old our being, our human animal, created you and me to serve as its chooser, and we use its memory bank to fit in and function normally in society. Our identity pattern in the being’s brain runs habitually. Its fuel is glucose and its exhaust is language, art, and mathematics.

The above seems to me the most rational explanation for our existence as identities. I didn’t think of the above, but I did arrange the words.

The human brain is a much better candidate for being our creator than an imaginary god who magically inserts identities (souls) into humans at their birth or conception.

I think Nature (life) and gravity did everything after the Big Bang.

In life, we constantly ride our human animal on the edge of the cavern of death. (Will Rogers said, “You can exaggerate but it has to be based on the truth.”)

So, when my being’s death happens, what will happen to me (the I, the idea, the complex dream, the identity, the ego, the created one, and the totally supported one)?

How can I survive death without something magical happening?

Does the existence of real magic have the longest of odds?

Science has concluded the universe is all Natural with everything having an explanation whether it’s known or not. Explanations keep on coming as they are discovered. Explanations have happened so many times that Nature’s work has been turned into a fact and needs no more proof.

What gives us strength and protection and hunches and understanding, memory, emotion, and literally everything else we have? Our steeds do. Doesn’t the being (the human animal, its body and its many talents) deserve the best of care and education so it can serve us both well? We are probably blended together: the complex animal and me. We are its special complex software pattern and its creation .

A pattern that could have taken perhaps one-and-a-half million years to fully bloom.

I and my being will depend on each other till the end. It depends on me for good treatment and good choices, and I depend on it for existence.

Are we a happy couple? Would some good choices and habits like taking a small vacation from language every day, along with plenty of physical activity, and ingesting health-producing food make things better? You bet!

And, by my stopping my language habit for a bit every day, I will be showing gratefulness to my being. Doing this would be following ancient wisdom. Modern science and medicine continue to endorse the many benefits of meditation.

Why miss what’s happening in the present moment? Why not learn to be present and aware for periods of time rather than being trapped inside the tent of language all the time?

In this case, one might think, “Because it’s not my idea.” and “Couldn’t I lose control of my captain’s position of this fleshy ship I’m sailing?

That “loose control” is a fear of the identity because our identity wants us to think about the possibility of losing our position of power if we become awakened.

I’m not awakened, so I’m guessing what the nature of this situation might be: our egos or identities will always be very useful, but we will no longer be loose cannons.

There’s the story of the time Buddha arrived in a new town and one of the town leaders was interviewing him and asked him, Are you a famous enlightened being searching for converts? Buddha replied, No I’m not.

Then the leader asked him, Are you a disciple of a famous spiritual leader? And Buddha replied, No I’m not.

The leader then asked him Well, what are you? and Buddha replied, I’m awake.