Chaos

And so a troubled soul’s troubles escaped and too many innocent people paid the ultimate price.

Why?

Who knows? 

I’ve spent a lifetime studying just these types of situations in order to answer just these types of questions and guess what?  I have less of an answer than I did when I began that journey in 1985.

I’ve gotten off that road, but that’s not the point.

The point is:  Chaos has always been the order; nothing’s ever been “straight” (as if any of us can agree to what “straight” means in the first place.)

Any time there are two (or more) living things occupying the same physical space, there’s going to be friction.  Even identical twins are not 100% EXACTLY the same.  Even partners are not in complete alignment 100% of the time.  Nothing in physical reality is.  Nothing that lives, breathes, dies, consumes, and eliminates can be; it’s physically impossible.  An organic thing is inherently flawed:  For every thing that’s thriving, some thing’s dying.  It’s an intractable Law of (physical) Nature.

It’s balance.

To answer the Willfully Crabby, my faith is where it’s always been:  In something greater than myself.

Something greater than my family or my friends or even words themselves.

My faith is in Love.

Not the kind of love that thrives when you’re appreciating me or when it’s sunny or when it’s raining.

My faith is in the kind of Love that thrives PERIOD. 

No matter what.

No matter what the circumstances, this kind of Love flows during the good and during the bad and during everything in between.  This kind of Love understands the physical reality that nothing NOTHING is 100% pure crap (or wrong or evil or bad or negative or immoral or whatever word upsets you the least) 100% of the time.

Just like nothing NOTHING is 100% pure bliss (or right or good or positive or moral or whatever word upsets you the least) 100% of the time.

It all just IS. 

Granted, some moments are worse than others.

But they’re just that:  Moments.

Moments we can re-live or treasure or move the hell away from as quickly as possible and not look ever back.

In other words, my faith isn’t in humanity:  It’s in something greater than me and you and them and all of us put together.  I call that something greater “God,” but please PLEASE do not get hung up on my word choice.  It’s that very oversensitivity that’s the very root of the problem:  Stop trying to control other people when you yourself are so obviously out of control.

As am I. 

As are all of us.

As is everything.

The Mystery is in control.

We are not.

The answer is not more control; it’s more Love.  More positive vibrations.  More aligning oneself with the “bright side.”  I’m not promoting a Pollyanna-ish denial of the dark side; I’m saying don’t look at it so long you blind yourself.  YOU ARE ALLOWED TO LOOK AWAY.  Look away and toward something else.  Something bright that’ll restore your clarity.

It takes Strength to look above negativity and not react in kind.  It takes Strength, not to turn the other cheek toward more abuse, but to turn the other cheek toward understanding the other side; i.e., Compassion. 

Granted, sometimes this turning toward compassion has to happen from a distance. 

The world is out of control. 

It always has been. 

The way to keep moving in a whirling dervish is to make the “illogical” move: 

Keep dancing in ecstatic love.