Thanks for tweeting this, Jack, since I missed it last spring and, of course, it remains sharply relevant. (The only reason I am not fully engaged in everything you write is that it would leave me no time for anything else, sir!)
But I want to register a full-throated “Amen!” on the absolute necessity for humanity to undergo a spiritual revolution/evolution/transformation in order to survive the physical world it has made.
And lest people object to this premise on the grounds that the spiritual is too sort of flimsy and airy and unreal to contend with the physical reality, let them recall that those spiritual, social, emotional, intellectual constructs all emerged from millions and billions of tons of electrically charged, animated, “too, too, solid flesh.” That’s right — three-dimensional, human, meat.
It stretches our thinking to realize that the social constructs, the agreements, are NOT physical realities. It stretches our thinking further, perhaps, to then realize in circular fashion that they could not exist without our physical selves walking around, talking with each other, bumping into each other, loving, living our daily lives, choosing what we want to have and what we want to give away.
We don’t have bodies. We are bodies. When Jack calls for a spiritual revolution, I am pretty sure he is not calling for us merely to sit around on our fannies and imagine unicorns and rainbows. More likely, he would like for us to wise up, get up, and put our changed agreements into changed actions, from the smallest levels of our interactions with each other (more compassionate; more kind); to the next level of our interactions with society (more critical; more discerning); to the meta level of our actions on the planet: less compliant; more complex; more bold. You know — the way you like your coffee.
And to this, I agree, for the choice is stark: We can work to regain a physical world where all of us humans can walk around freely, talk with each other, love each other, live our daily lives, choose what we want to work for and what we want to give away. Or, we can preserve the fiction that a small sociopathic few must be allowed to have more of that world than everyone else, and everyone else must suffer and die to protect their spoils.
Oh, I’m sorry — did I say that out loud?
Forgive the ramble. Keep the faith.
