And this world, they insist, is where we belong. This wider field of consciousness is our native land. We are not cabin-dwellers, born to a life cramped and confined; we are meant to explore, to seek, to push the limits of our potential as human beings. The world of the senses is just a base camp: we are meant to be as much at home in consciousness as in the world of physical reality.
⚘ The Bhagavad Gita, Foreword
This romanticisation of anguish and the superiority complex associated with thinking of oneself as the sole sufferer of humanity is a trap that is so easy to be caught up in, especially when endlessly confronted with depictions of tortured intellectuals who suffer under the weight of knowing unadulterated reality. Overcoming the belief that suffering is somehow sacred and unique to me is something I’ve been working on for a while, and you managed to articulate so well the truth I’ve needed to hear.
Over five decades I have learned that the true economy, oikonomia, is the art of living, our cocreation with biodiversity and nature’s economy. What we call the “economy” has nothing to do with oikos, our common home. Aristotle’s name for our “economy” was chrematistics, the art of money making. The money machine operates on an artificial intelligence disconnected from the intelligence of biodiversity. It operates on an artificial currency disconnected from the currencies of life.
What are the edges of our existence? Of what is ours and what is yours? Of what is that of who came before us? Of who may come after? Of the internal and the outside worlds?