“I can of my own self do nothing.” I am just coming to see how deep this truth goes. I was shredding my 2015 diary yesterday and came across this jotting: “Change nothing. Do nothing. All that is required of you, He performs.” It was in my hand, but I didn’t write it. Maybe Joel Goldsmith was briefly running things. Truth is, we do not know why we do what we do. An inner power acts; we think we’re doing something. “I did it!” we say. Or, expanding on the delusion, “High five!” Or shrivel up like a dried blueberry, as I did on a call-in show back in the day when no one called in. Are we actors? Plainly, no. We are the acted upon, the done-through. “Do you know how to do nothing?” asked Lao Tzu, pointing to the one thing we can be sure of: It’s all a mystery, top to bottom.
We’re bubbles rising to the surface, to the “big pop,” as bubbles say.
Freedom is not the freedom to do what I want; it’s the freedom to do what I must.
A close friend has lost a lot of weight during his second go-round with chemotherapy. We had a good visit yesterday. In a voice made thick by his treatments, he said, “The now is all there is.”
An endless succession of victories has bloodied the earth. Please, no more victories.