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.
Based on a quick scan of the global evidence, perhaps we can agree that the human brain isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. So we’ll begin there, in the humility of that.
There are two worlds: the outer world of time and activity; and the internal world, formless and still. Intelligence is domiciled in one of these worlds, wisdom in the other. Sometimes they’re together.
I will hazard that Socrates was better understood by his contemporaries than he is by us. Consider this depth charge: “True wisdom comes to each of us when we realize how little we understand about life, ourselves, and the world around us.”
What Buddhists call the joy of being is awareness without thought. Consciousness, after all, has no thought process. It doesn’t judge, analyze, interpret or think things through.