The Reluctant Human Doing

This being human is a lonely, crazy, hilarious, frightening, quizzical, absurd, divine journey…not for sissies, yet there are billions of us. Did we really choose to be here or were some of us pushed out of the cosmic womb to be here? Not again!!

This being human is a Guesthouse with each morning a new arrival …One never knows who or what will make itself known. A crack in the fabric of sky allows a sliver of light to fall through and into consciousness but is quickly turned into night and forgetfulness. Hello, may I talk with you? Do you have a message for me? Should I run away in fear of being hurt or found out? Yes, please enter, with your bounty of gifts and curses. I’m hungry for new thought, a new outfit and new way of knowing, maybe just a little comfort with what I know or don’t know. Who goes there and what can you show me?

Once upon a time there was allegedly two humanoids, now there are billions, like a hailstorm of locusts overtaking the planet and gobbling up everything in sight. Locusts have to eat, too, I suppose, but humans are hungry for non-edibles; for machines that move fast, for shiny objects, for explosive devices that can send us all into outer space without a rocket. This being human is a gift and crazy scourage. Such a smart and inquiring animal, so curious, complex and inventive; so loving and tender and hateful and sly.

Is there any other species on this planet quite like this human being? He’s a human doing, an automaton that rarely rests. There are so many mountains, caves, micro and macrocosms to explore. What of animal beings or plant beings? They seem so benign and earth-based compared to the human doings. Human doings surely have come from another cosmic outpost, sent here to pillage with little respect or compassion for the original earth beings.

I reluctantly do my part as a human doing moving and consuming to keep the wheels of spacetime Earth churning. What if it no longer makes sense, has never made sense to do what we do without knowing how to be? Does it matter? Does anything matter other than this being human?