This is not easy to peruse. But I will try.
Anybody, at least in this country who went through the experience of a public paid education, was given the knowledge that we are in so many simple ways, connected. If not in the souls of our individual juices, then at least in the biology's that mix those juices daily and therefore demand our attention(s). And beyond that, anyone who has children has obviously figured out but one of the many connection parts. Those without kids may just not have them yet or decided their personal goals left little room for them to stretch and that they chose not to have kids supports that they too see some bigger connection, which is why they are driven to stretch.
It amazes me to see and hear and read words from the mouths of fellow humans who clamor to just be left alone. Leave me alone. The mantra of the disconnected.
I do not mean we must agree on this or on anything for that matter We don't. Agreeing can be and is often a scary concept. You get this rush of I'm right. Which can easily turn into I'm always right. Your way becomes the "right way" and well, you get the picture. It's like the difference between actually living, and simply being a being of life.
I do not mean at all to demean those holed up 90 miles northwest of anywhere with matches, a bow and arrow and In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida on eight track hooked to a 1947 Philco radio adapted to turn out 110V. That guy or gal is connected. To his or her earth, his or her physical privacy and his or her search. Yippee the choice made. But not connected he or she is not. Or the 123 year old farmer in northern Tibet who was discovered smoking some plant and chewing on an animal carcass while she was pulling a 400lb. tree trunk up a hill. The queen of connected.
What I'm talking about is being alive. Connected to life. We are. All of it.
That's why I find this cheer of madness sometimes upsetting, many times laughable, but mostly just plain absurd.
When someone in that fit of ultimate selfishness bellows "leave me alone", usually (I too am guilty of these lonely comical testament moments as we pretend to be a god), it is because we ourselves for that moment are, in a way, suicidal. Think about it for a sec.. If at that very moment when you wished all the world would go away and really leave you alone, and it really happened, how long do you think it would be before you looked around and noticed for the first time how alone you are and how not alone you were. The ultimate wake up call.
Someone reading this will no doubt be of the opinion that it would be wonderful that it really did happen. Nothing better than knowing that finally you are really off the grid, and good riddance.
You think so? Really? Talk about self actualization.
Look around folks. We destroy each other based on someone's opinion. We squander perfectly good wonderful and otherwise breathing human beings in the cause of being right, which is in its very act, a falsity. We make laws, not because people are no damn good, but because we continue to sell ourselves on the idea that someone else wants our stuff. My girl, my guy, my car, my accountant, my sales figures, my coco pebbles, my cds, my genitals, my opinions, my modem, my contacts, my, my, my, my, my, my, my.......