Why must everything be called to such taut extremes, to be good or bad, right or wrong, smart or stupid, reasonable or without sense? Humanity– I sometimes feel you (we… I…) respond so quickly to so much of the word (not world, too?), at times shutting and chaining it down to the judgement of these two extremes– But what for? For the satisfaction of being right? For the correctness of form? Is it in the name of your (our, my) faith and creed?
My faith is connected to my beliefs that in part come from a reading of reality– And when this understanding of faith without understanding appears shimmering in front of you (us, me), perhaps it, too, offers to reveal the path of our shared humanity. It is not usually an easy read. It spells out the storyteller telling a story of where we have been– and on a good night, it chuckles, and we listen in might to foretell where we will go on ahead.
The moments of really living– present and in faith– they are sometimes crisp and lucid, and are sometimes a warble of burnt illusions– yet their paradox– their contrary nature– hint at nothing that are read as a simple good or bad, right or wrong. We haven’t the capacity to judge right or wrong outside of ourselves, even the Christain Holy Books purports. Still– these experiences and observations of life– yet one can categorize and interpret these qualities, in a way that either serves or doesn’t serve to following, being thankful for, enjoying, empathizing with, being generous with, and engaging in much of the religion and “play” at hand.
Life, for me, is a series of sacred, mundane and profane opportunities that may go on and exit in subtle, amusing, thoughtful, absurd, painful, or funny ways. There are deep rooted scenes going on everywhere in a moment between every interaction — this is part of our humanity. As I read into the I-ching, is it then this “setting” where we as actors have the chance to locate ourselves, then write and attract pieces of our own destiny?
Do these views make me a hedonist? To say this, does it make me irreverent, a heretic, radical or a pantheist? For me, it is the most pragmatic, yet religious path, with life allowing me to serve the rest of spirited religious life: Dedicate disciplned days of work to be generous, to share ideas, to teach and to learn from children and young people, to meditate, to pray– can I reclaim my imaginative and childlike innocence, and serve and act it all out in a way that contributes to the greater good of my Creator?
Indications of play have survived long passages of human-time, revealing to us in words that humans have often played like “Life is a Dream,” and as if “All the World is a Stage.” Although abundant in play, my work is religious in nature, and it is to serve generously, and to work to the fidelity of my word. Is it unholy to embrace the spectacle of my own joy and misery of the world through the generous act of play?