Kindness and miracles

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You have to read the story at the link before you go on....ok, I'm waiting....take your time......ok, done? 



Experiencing Earth

 What an interesting concept.  I've heard a lot of different philosophies in my life including the one where you are the only real person and everyone else is just your imagination.  But this is a new twist.  I don't know anything about the person who wrote this nor do I know when it was written or how long it has been floating around in cyberspace.  It is the first time I have read it.  Don't get me wrong here, I'm not saying I believe it as a religious story or anything like that.  It makes a great fable.  Compelling to think about once you get your mind around it.  What strikes me about it is this....what kind of world would it be if everyone living absolutely believed this story to be true?  I believe the world would be filled with kindness and consideration.  Hate, war, violence...they would all have to end, right?  Are you going to steal from yourself?  Kill yourself?  Torture yourself?  I do believe we are all connected in some unfathomable way; the living and the dead and perhaps some others too.  So why do we feel the need to hurt one another? 



Freedom

 Of course, when the subject of death comes up, my mind goes straight to Michaela.  This story made me think of some of the blessings that were bestowed upon her through death.  Again, don't misunderstand me, young death is a tragedy.  The death of someone like Michaela is a tragedy.  But a tragedy for whom?  Certainly for me, her family, her friends, her loves, and perhaps the world as a whole.  But is it a tragedy for her?  She is forever young.  Forever healthy and beautiful.  She never had to wrestle with adult life.  Sure, her life wasn't perfect, but she lived in the protected world of the young.  No hunger, no worrying about how to make rent, no desperately looking for a job to put food on the table.  She never had to cope the death of her own loved ones.  She never had to live with herself after making major bad decisions; her life hadn't developed far enough that any decision she made was irrevocable.  She will be remembered as perfect by her friends and family.  Although we try to keep it real and joke about her little foibles, she was too young to have hurt anyone beyond repair and young enough to have kept her mind open because the world hadn't beat up on her belief system.



Life and Death Coexisting

 And most importantly, she was still young enough for miracles.  Not the big ones.  Not the crying Madonna's or healing of the ill.  The daily ones.  She was almost too old.  Almost too mature, but it still happened for her.  She was still experiencing many things for the first time and each time you experience the world for the first time, don't you feel the miracle of it?  Imagine a baby, eyes just clearing up, focusing on color, hearing sounds, feeling textures...for that baby every single new thing is another miracle.  Wow.  Being a baby must have been super-cool.  How could you get bored with all of this new stuff going on?  And then we get used to things and the real life miracles, just become 'normal'.  Flowers blooming in Spring.  Seriously.  How does that happen?  Can you explain it?  I certainly can't.  Some scientist can give you some technical reasons why it works, but that only takes it so far.  We say we understand because we have been taught the right words to explain it and we pretend it makes perfect sense.  But it doesn't. 



My Children in all of their glory

 You look me in the eye and tell me a sperm and an egg bumped into each other and that caused my son and my daughter to exist in all of their glory and I will tell you that you are full of crap.  My children are miracles.  So are yours.  So are you for that matter.  We can explain cells and DNA and all of that...but where does that all come from?  And more importantly where does the essence, the soul, of a person come from?  That isn't just electrons bumping into each other.  Sorry.  It is a miracle.  My teachers at technial school in the AF, when they didn't want to explain something (or more likely couldn't explain) like radar theory, called it PFM (Pure Fucking Magic).  Isn't that just a profane way of saying a miracle?    Those flowers are miracles.  The trees knowing when to drop thier leaves for winter and yet getting them back every spring--miracle.  Wind, waves, stars, puppies, eyelashes, toenails, flower petals, lady bugs and fungus...all miracles.