When I like/dislike the world, I split myself like a fish gutted. After all, I am the world. We see how riven, roiled and tribalized we are while simultaneously not seeing that it’s a projection of binary mind, of like/dislike until the curtain falls.
Effort happens when the mind fights with itself, when two inimical desires feud with one another, e.g. “Do it!” “Don’t want to!” No natural process involves a descent into civil war. Politicians like to say they’re working hard. A damaged planet pleads: Stop that!
Wars, more wars, rumours of war. Protests, counter-protests, divorce courts, the Second Amendment. Conflict devours incomprehensible amounts of energy. And it all derives from a single source: the idea of me and mine.
Scott Fitzgerald: “The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing thoughts in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.” A smiling Nelson Mandela did this. A rank and unruly partisanship shrivelled at his feet.
Conflict coarsens us. No one who seeks peace will fail to find it.