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.
We are exhorted to make a choice, pick a side, don a colour, follow a leader, take a stand. But isn’t the penny in my pocket two-sided? Am I not headed and tailed?
We see everything in terms of shadow—a mixture of light and dark. The man who sees only black and white, good and bad, is not just blinkered; he’s blind.
Only in a culture that fetishizes the body can a man be described as black or white.
We are isolated and diminished by our beliefs. Let’s say I believe that I am a good man. Straightaway I have a problem. Every time I turn around, I see a bad man.