We are all individual expressions of the one consciousness. Our companionship is built in, deeper than blood, more real than the frill of genealogy. In the West, we hear, “Love one another.” This strikes me as a bit mushy. In the East, where they prefer to state great truths in the negative, it is ahimsa, meaning ‘do not hurt’. It’s not about helping people. It’s about ceasing to hurt them.
It’s like a fevered dream we live in, this oscillating fear-world of us and others. But look and see: there are no others.
If I know myself as an expression of the one consciousness, the idea of other people does not arise. To build a bomb, I cannot know myself.
Dig one hole. Dig it deep.
The psalmist did not say, “Two things have I desired…”
“If you put sincere effort in one place, the gold in the stone will break for you.”
Goodness provides a service to others. Love realizes that there are no others.
