A defence budget measures our devotion to the notion that the solution to violence is more violence. Giving us: “Death by government.” Now, a new and related term: “Death by climate change.”
The scientist says, “There are 37 trillion cells in the human body.” The poet says, “I am large. I contain multitudes.” Both of these statements knock hell out of our belief in littleness.
Beliefs are not benign; they demand enactment. The most pernicious beliefs are the unconscious ones, the beliefs we don’t know we have. A belief in one’s weakness, for example, which can imprison a man in compensatory behaviours.
The more beliefs I have, the more often I will be required to decide something. The word decide comes from the Latin for ‘cut off.’ The sword is a manly bit of business.
Love has no properties, nothing to validate a story, swear allegiance to or believe in. The Tibetan Book of the Dead describes it as “the luminous splendour of the colourless light of Emptiness.