I sometimes used to
ask myself if I should strive to be part of the force for
change. But that's not really the point, I don't think.
on Nondual Activism
Just watched a good movie called
U-571 about submarines in WWII. Made me think about life
as being a rough ride on a choppy sea, alternating
between confusion, frustration, ambivalence, and peace; I
try to focus on the peace most often.
This really is a dream. It has been hitting me hard, that
fact, this week. It's an interesting question, that: what
body, what consciousness, is dreaming this dream?
Whatever that body is, it seems incontrovertible that it
originates from a single source. If everyone was aware of
that reality (irrespective of such inanities as race or
religion), I imagine that the world would be a pretty
different place. I think that might be what nondual
Social activism from the nondual perspective: what a
profound and potentially effective concept. Activism
borne not out of pursuit of a common goal, but rather out
of abidance in a shared understanding and awareness of a
universal reality. Environmental health because our own
health is directly shared and interdependent with it.
One day, maybe not quite in our lifetimes, it will
actually become essential for us to change our societal
values in order to guarantee our very survival. I
sometimes used to ask myself if I should strive to be
part of the force for change. But that's not really the
point, I don't think.
Doing your own part is actually the only (and the most
effective) activism there is. It's great if you can play
a supportive role to help others participate, but if
you're doing your own part, then you're the greatest
social and environmental activist there is.
In the short term, is there a business opportunity
lurking about in there somewhere? Some portal to purchase
environmentally-friendly products, to learn about
everyday practices we can each undertake to do our own
parts? What about a web-based car pooling site? Something
to help people share rides, pick up people going to other
places when you're driving somewhere alone?
I think we're all like one of those drawings you make
when you're a kid where you never lift your pen from the
page - one unbroken line, each object in the world
connected in some way to the next, and so on. Doesn't
that make sense?