We
live in a causal reality, every one of our actions, all of our words, each of
our deeds, our breathing itself, with every exhalation and inhalation,
manifests consequences that flow away from us, giving shape and structure and form
to reality itself.
This
is the root of causation, we are co-creators of the universe we live in,
animating it with our spirit.
Every
person has the power and the freedom to determine their own course throughout their
time on Earth, their sojourn through the world.
We
are not like Odysseus, drawing cards that shape our fate. We do not determine
the conditions we are born into, but we do determine whether or not we will be
active or passive agents within it.
We
make choices, even when we choose not to choose, and those choices matter.
The
decisions we make reverberate all around us, like the repercussion of a drum, the
cymbals and chords we beat and strike, tap and brush, stroke, pluck and strum a
million times a day, they resound in the deep, even in the deepest place where Leviathan
swims.
If
our intentions are good, what flows from them will be evident in the
consequences they generate.
If
our intentions are bad, the same is true.
We
can know the tree, by the fruit it bears; justice and injustice will produce
the same, over time they are revealed for what they are.
Even
if we ourselves are deluded and do not understand our own intentions, or the
myriad of factors that motivate us; the measure of our intentions, the scope of
our motivations, whether they be good or ill, these can be discovered in the echo
they produce, like the peeling bell that rings through the night.
Typhon
was the beast of Chaos, but look deep within its swirling movements, there is nothing
random, or accidental, and there is nothing done by chance. Even the deepest dark
reveals patterns made from the fractal impressions of the choices we make.
We
are responsible to ourselves for the things we say and do, and because we are
co-creators of the reality we share, we are responsible to everyone else as
well.
There
are six billion human beings living on planet earth, six billion strong and
growing. Each and every individual blows their own trumpet, beats their own
drum, pounding out a rhythm that they have freely chosen.
Through
mindfulness, we strike the notes in time with one another other; in that
mindful state a rhythm will ensue, and harmonies, in the movements of that music
a symphony will rise
Humanity
is an orchestra, potentia.
If
not, then we are just making noise, living in the midst of a cacaphonic din, isolated
minstrels drumming the dirge of our demise.
