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Seed Time--or Growing a Good Future
(Published in the July/August 2006 Edition of New Visions Magazine)

Where is the future anyway?  Ask your average speaker of English and he’ll say, "Oh, it’s out there ahead of us still." Or perhaps, "Well, it’s not here just yet." You will also hear folks saying things like, "You’ve got your whole life in front of you," or else, of a bad experience, "Don’t worry, that’s all behind you now."

Notice the pattern here? In all these statements, the future is thought of as existing in space, and being located "in front" of us, just as the past is located "behind us." And either we are moving towards where the future is, or else we are holding still and it is moving towards us. "What kind of future are we heading towards?" you ask people. In fact, almost all the ways we have of thinking about time involve "space" concepts we have transferred, by analogy, to the time domain. When measured, times are, are--you guessed it--"long," and "short." Voila!  It's space language once again.

Well, fine--you may say. Interesting, but so what?  What's it go to do with my spiritual life, my sense of fulfillment, my happiness here in this body. Well--hang on! Give me just a very "short little time," and perhaps I can tie this odd observation to something very fundamental about the way you live your life.

 

To begin with, let's slip off our polarized linguistic sunglasses and take a fresh look at things.  Time is obviously not literally any-where.  We might say it's happening everywhere, because it is a process of change, or unfolding, that is universal in our plane of being.  But let's begin to see this "the future's in front of me" thing for the metaphor it is.  Like all metaphors, which are tools for thought, it might be very useful for some purposes while nevertheless being downright lousy for others.  So the future's not really "in front of you."  That's just one kind of image we use.
           Indeed, linguists have found out that, in some languages not related to English, speakers commonly refer to the future as being behind them, or backwards over their left shoulder.  Why?  Well, obviously because you can SEE the past, IT has to be in front of you.  Whereas you are blind to the future, which naturally then ends up being behind you.  Once again, this whole "time as metaphorical space" thing is a thought-tool, not an aspect of reality itself.  Which means we are free to use a different thought-tool, if we want.

 

Let's do an anthropological fantasy. Going way "back in time" (or is it forward?), we discover two distinct races of people, whose languages have been shaped by very different lifeways. The nomads, we shall imagine, are seasonal hunter-gatherers, constantly migrating between uplands and lowlands. The subtropical farmers, on the other hand, stay put. Year in, year out, planting a couple of carefully rotated crops per year, they till the same beloved soil. 

Now we might predict that the nomads will have the "future-in-front" and "past-in-back" thought-tool embedded in their speech. After all, when their Winter tour of the lowlands ends, and summer's heat is coming on, they look longingly at the mountain--and they are literally looking at where they will be tomorrow. Constantly in motion, their future is indeed "out ahead of them." But what about the farmers? Where are they likely to see their future?

Well there is a very different thought-tool, one that some claim has influenced the Hopi Indian language. And it's a pattern that is much closer to the literal truth that time is a process of unfolding going on everywhere. The farmers see their future every time they look at their fields. If those plants unfold, if they grow and blossom, the farmers will live. Otherwise they won't. In this view, the future is inside of everything, emerging ever outward, like stem and leaves growing from the seed. In fact, let's call this pattern "seed time."

 

Things look very different in this view. For the nomads, that which is "out ahead"--the mountain, for instance, is already what it is. It's "in place," relatively fixed.  Minor changes can be expected, yes, but it won't for instance become an ocean before they get there. But the emergence of plant from seed is different.  Profound, organic change takes place. The tiny round ball is nothing like the emerged plant. Seed time highlights, not merely motion, but real transformation.  In nomadic time, you "find" the future. In seed time, it "grows."

"Be here now," Ram Dass told us. In the nomadic time of modern day. English, that translates into existing on the thin, slippery line between future and past. Not so easy! No wonder we get strung out. In seed time, on the other hand, "be here now," becomes "watch what's emerging," "water your garden with attention," or "nuture whatever is around you." Your future, like the plant, emerges constantly from all this. Love your living room now, and who knows what will unfold in it tomorrow. Love your car.  See where it takes you.

When I am caught up in some obsession, I calm it with this affirmation:

At home in this moment, cutting all other strings,

I grow a great future by loving all things



Externalism--The Perils of Endless Invention
Presented at a Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Pottstown
Sunday Service

Our civilization chooses almost always to invent external devices for doing things, and almost never uses those same needs to do things as occasions for evolving human skills and awareness. Let's call that tendency "externalism." We are a culture of "externalists." We are "externalizing" almost every human ability. Handwriting, for instance, is replaced by typing.  Typing is replaced by speech recognition software. And so on.

Our polar opposites would be "internalists." Such people would employ relatively simple external tools to develop very high levels of human skill and awareness. Their attitude would be, gosh, don't invent a gizmo for doing that. Such a gizmo would take away all the health and strength and growth we get out of doing it ourselves. Skills bring the meaning and fulfillment to our lives.

As externalists, when the horseless carriage comes along, we clap our hands and say, cars!--wow, cool, it's inevitable! So long, walking! We'll go twenty times as fast, with no effort at all! Internalists, on the other hand, would be very suspicious. Without walking, they will ask, what happens to the strength of our hearts and legs? Or, how will we visit with people and trees and the river on our way to work? Sounds foreign, right? Subversive, maybe?

Bottom line--when faced with dirty dishes, externalists will discover electricity and invent the dishwasher. Internalists will hold seminars on efficient, artful ways to scrape and stack, and turn the act of washing into a kind of meditation. They'll evolve something like the "Japanese rinse ceremony."

 

Notice where the creativity tends to reside in these two different ways. With externalists, a few people, usually male, have inventive epiphanies. But the results of these few eureka moments are then imposed on everyone else, for better yes--but also for worse. How creative is commuting in stop and go traffic? Is time saved and used for some better purpose, or is it just absorbed in the need to drive ever longer distances? Is choosing to walk any longer even possible? For internalists, alternatively, the emphasis is on developing, around simple tools, systems of human skills that can be taught and evolved over generations. Everyone who practices these is enriched by them. As skills pass from older to younger, many many people contribute to them.  Whole communities might be designed, in this culture, just so that people could always walk to work. Typewriting might exist, but handwriting would still be prized above it.

 

But hold on, you say. Those internalists will likely remain utter primitives! They will never invent even the wheel, much less go to the moon, or build a computer! Still slaving in hardscrabble gardens, chopping at tree roots with stone axes--how can you say that's better?

Well--I'm not saying it's better. It's an extreme. It's somewhat unreal, and has very definite problems. It's good you see them so clearly. But I wonder if you perceive the other side of the coin. If internalism is an unworkable extreme, then so is externalism as practiced in our post-modern world. The out and out rush to create external devices to do for us, including as it now does such activities as manufacture for us, fight for us, think for us, reproduce for us--this rush creates a world in which we have fewer and fewer roles to play. How healthy, challenging, or enriching is a life consisting mostly of sitting, eating, driving, viewing, and pushing little buttons? True, we still do some of the thinking. But for how long?

Is this profound erosion of the human skill base really inevitable? Or is some sort of balanced approach also a choice? Not so long ago, it became possible to manufacture nylon stockings that would never run, and kitchen sponges that would not wear out in a few weeks. But these don't exist, because someone chose not to produce them. Apparently, then, choosing to delay certain kinds of progress is not completely impossible. Corporations say "no" to progress all the time, whenever profits are at stake. Perhaps people can too, when lives are at stake.

 

In the East, over several centuries, amazingly effective systems of self-defense evolved employing very minimal external tools--such as hands and feet alone, or sword, or bow and arrow. Advancement in these "martial arts" was often accompanied by profound spiritual growth. Since the real struggle was with oneself and ones worldview, an adept learned far more than just how to "fight."

In the West, on the other hand, a very small number of creative men had their inventive epiphanies--creating muskets, then repeating rifles, then machine guns, and so on. Each step in this direction, though highly creative for one person, put greater abilities to kill into the hands of people with less and less skill, wisdom, or even physical maturity. This is not to say that people cannot become highly skilled at shooting--because they can. Rather, the point is, terrible damage can be done without any skill at all, which is not true of the simpler tools.

In the Eastern way, an archer can achieve such egoless unity with his surroundings as to put an arrow through a distant target he cannot even see, while in the West, a neurotic eleven-year old can gun down thirty classmates in as many seconds. Which of these beings should a society try to produce?

 

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The Lady and the Tiger
(Published in the May/June 2006 issue of New Visions Magazine)

 

A Tale of Three Mirrors

 

From Japan comes this Buddhist parable.

 

One bright morning, a young woman--worried about her work, and late for it--is hurrying across a field. Unfortunately, she encounters there a tiger. It growls and eyes her hungrily. She runs off and the tiger pursues. But she comes almost at once to a cliff. Quickly, she takes hold of the root of a wild vine and swings herself over the precipice.

Dangling there, clutching the vine, she sees the tiger sniffing the ground a few feet above her. Trembling with fear, she looks down. It?s a long way, and her head spins. But wait!  She sees there another tiger, apparently also hungry, looking back up at her. And so the woman remains, clinging precariously to the vine. Above and below, the tigers pace, back and forth, waiting for a feast.

Along a tiny ledge in the face of the cliff, above the woman, now come two mice, one from each side. And they begin to gnaw on the stem of the wild vine. How terrible!  At her wits end, she looks around frantically and notices that a branch of the vine holds a beautiful, red, ripe grape. Still clutching the vine with one hand, she reaches the other out to pluck the grape and place it in her mouth.  Ah, how sweet it tastes? all the way down?

 

What are we to make of this?  Is it not somehow perverse to build all this tension about the woman's life or death situation, and then frustrate our expectations with a pun? Did the grape taste good as she falls to her death? Or did it taste good "all the way down" to her stomach, in which case, she remains hanging?

But if information about the life or death outcome is suppressed, perhaps that is a way of saying the meaning of the story is somewhere else, and is somehow more important. What could be more important than life or death? If we begin to look for this somewhere else, what stands out at once are the odd, prominent mirrorings. A tiger above stares down at a tiger below.  A mouse on one side of the vine chews the same spot as a mouse on the other side. This suggests we might look for another, perhaps less obvious mirroring. Could the initial tiger be a reflection of the woman herself?

To see where this might take us, consider for a moment what is natural for the beings involved here. Both the tigers and the mice are acting wholly in the moment, in innocent pursuit of their natural desires. But is this true for the woman? Well, what we know about her is that she is late, hurried, and worried--on her way to work. The morning is "bright," the field perhaps beautiful, the walk invigorating--but if so, it does not seem likely that she is enjoying any of these. What if she is hungry, tired, or starved for affection? Could the tiger arise in her reality as an emblem of such poorly managed desires?

Looking further, we see that her difficulties cascade. First flight, then the cliff-hanger trap, and then the ticking time bomb as the mice nibble towards her fatal fall. Badly managed desires, it would seem, can be dangerous. And so, in her final extremity, the woman sees the grapes growing on the same vine to which she clings. With one hand, she holds on to her grim reality. But with the other, she satisfies a deep, natural desire. Is it possible that what is more important than life or death is whether or not we can sustain any experience of joy?

Having come this far, it is not so hard to find important readings for this ancient parable. If there is no enjoyment in your life, with what do you feed your spirit?  If you cannot feed your spirit, of what use then is that life? What if there are feedback systems in the way reality works, such that finding and acknowledging beauty, even in difficult or precarious situations, tends to bring more beauty into future situations? Whereas, focusing on small troubles in generally good situations only draws larger troubles.

This is to suggest that happiness in life arises from a disciplined habit of mind.  Whatever it is, find some way to have fun with it.  Success, worldly goods, these may result from the habit.  But they are fragile, and we have all seen how they do not, of themselves, bring happiness.  Master the art of finding enjoyment even in the midst of difficulty, however, and you are well-rooted in the good life. 

Why not read that parable again, with some of these things in mind.  And, as the Navaho say, "walk in beauty"--on purpose!  Perhaps it's nearly always there if you get serious about looking for it.

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