Assorted Ideas

Room at the Table

Some Room at The Table

Becoming human…

Room at the Table is chapter four from Amazing: Truths About Conscious AwarenessIt’s edited for online reading.

Millions of years ago, when you and I shared a less inhibited childhood playroom with wheat, other grasses and insects, we had quite a lot in common. Seasons changed. Winds shifted, and some of us were blown off across the prairies, others into the hills and the waters.

Room at the Table: Reaching out
Gathering nutrients from wind and water, becoming human…

There, to survive, our evolutionary mechanics taught us to make the best of our surroundings, gathering nutrients from the soil when we could, but also from the wind and water. We found security in similar places.

Sad to say, but we also learned to prosper from killing and eating other living things.

Evolution geared us to use food strategies, and it created ways of having sex so exciting and rewarding we wanted always more.

We helped make the “she and he” thing desirable, tilting the axis toward pleasure and distancing sex from procreation. Pretty nifty, penalty free.

We learned to hunt and plant. We learned that bonding into communities insulated us from some of fate’s crueler possibilities.

Somewhere in there, we learned to observe and think. And we began to see how different it made us. A disadvantage and an advantage continues to distance our species from the others.

How becoming Human changes the room at the table

We were now Human and, therefore, began imagining ourselves at the top of evolution’s heap. Which, of course we were.

Of the heap we were standing on, anyway.

Later, we grew reluctant to let the arbitrariness of evolution claim so much of the glory. We built ourselves a few supreme beings, parking them in the space frightening randomness once occupied.

These gods, which we dreamed gave us an exclusive divorce from nature, weren’t consistent or especially reliable, but what the hell? They weren’t as arbitrary as evolution, and immodestly, they were ours.

Besides, if we could invent them, we could selectively ignore their failures.

Our supreme beings are great enough to inspire soaring tributes from giants like Johann Sebastian Bach. But they cause actions we’d never consider if suggested by another human.

Would you toss virgins into infernos because your next door neighbor suggested it? Would you go in for ethnic cleansing?

Our gods taught us how to divvy up the world, the slices weighted by divine attributes.

There is more room at the table
Balance…

We can sustain ourselves without food as we immerse ourselves in periods of contemplation, and we write heroic lyrics that pin others in darkened spaces for long hours, just listening.

In masses of men and animals, we march a thousand miles to take by force land our God told us was ours.

We kill nonbelievers of all ages, committing otherwise unthinkable atrocities, in God-demanded thrusts of conquest.

When there is room at the table

We also imitate a God’s compassion, devoting lifetimes to comforting those we consider less fortunate. Fortunes pass to the needy whose salient attribute is membership in the family of our god.

We kneel, bow, face the sun and immerse ourselves in water in our efforts to make a personal god aware of our devotion.

We further separate ourselves from nature with our insistence that a God or gods be responsible for starting, managing, encouraging, discouraging and generally maintaining it all.

We’re too important to risk chaotic dangers and unpredictable change. There is a plan, some think, already played out in the past and waiting to be revealed in the future.

Some of us believe that passionately. Most of us say we do, oblivious of the implications, and some of us believe there is something there, for lack of a better word, that’s just too big and ineffable to define.

David Stone

You can find all my books on my Amazon Author Page

2 replies »

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.