Our Mortality Should Unite Us
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“We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities; we are eaten up by nothing.”
~ Charles Bukowski
A jet airliner opens up and sends its passengers falling to earth. You'd expect them to scream, to cry, to cling to each other in fear, to prepare for the end, to pray, to think about their loved ones, but they don't. Instead, they turn on each other and start fighting.
"I hate you! I hate you!" they scream while flailing their fists at each other on their way down.
Some try to strangle each other to death. Some try to steal from each other. Some try to climb on top of others so that the other will die a fraction of a second sooner. Others cling to their possessions yelling "You'll never take what's mine!" and kick at anyone who comes too close.
They're all headed toward the same fate at the same time, but they turn on each other and try to get one over on each other during their short plummet instead of making peace with each other and with what's to come.
That's what our bizarre relationship with mortality is like. A giant vagina opens up in the sky and births babies who grow as they fall to their deaths, and they spend that short time hating, fighting, manipulating, and scheming against each other.
Of course it doesn't feel quite that way. Because of the way humans happen to perceive time it doesn't feel like a fast plummet toward death. From our point of view it seems to last just long enough for us to forget what's happening, to get distracted and get caught up in drama and conflict and opinions and grudges, and lose our focus on the great splat that awaits us below.
But that is what's happening. We're all engaged in an intimate dance with death, whether we acknowledge that that's what's happening or not. We're in the thick of it. Everything we do in life is a ball that we're bouncing off the wall of that definite end from wherever we happen to be standing. It's the other end of the span of time where we get to be doing stuff on this planet, opposite where we are now. Death is standing on the same court as we are, hitting back every ball we serve.
It's easy to avoid coming to an authentic relationship with this predicament if you're not an authentic person, or if you don't expect to die any time soon, or if you don't love anyone with much depth. To truly, deeply love someone is to immediately plunge into an acute awareness of death, because the more intensely you love another the more that relationship's inevitable end moves into your attention. But as long as you avoid taking that leap and live a life of distraction and shallowness, it's possible to spend a long time pretending your dance with death isn't happening.
And that's how we're able to pretend we're at odds with each other. To pretend it makes sense to live in a competition-based society where we need to claw our way overtop everyone else in order to get ahead in a zero-sum rat race that can't exist without losers. To pretend it makes sense to live in a world where there are wars, where there is militarism, where there is hatred and selfishness and greed and defensiveness. The whole game depends on everyone spending long expanses of time forgetting that none of us get out of this alive.
And then before you know it you're sitting alone in a frail, feeble body, wondering why it hurts to walk and where your lover went and what the hell that whole mess was all about. None of the achievements you spent your life chasing mean anything anymore. None of the times you got picked over someone else for something you wanted feel special or significant anymore, and you can't remember why they ever did. You're certainly not sitting there wishing you'd spent more time at the office or bought fancier clothes or had a car that could impress your neighbors. All you want is to see the people you don't get to see anymore, and maybe a hug.
If we could see it all play out quickly, or just perceive what we already know with greater consciousness and lucidity, we'd never choose to live our lives the way the powerful want us to live them. And there's no way we'd consent to systems which demand that we do. A whole lot of perception management goes into keeping us from seeing clearly what's going on here, and what they're taking from us, and how much better this world could be.
What a circus is right.
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Our Mortality Should Unite Us
The things you describe are not a bug in humanity they are a prominent feature and inherent in our species. Bless your heart but you want us to be something we never were and never can be. We can never be what is not inherent in us, history has proven that: from the time humans were dwelling in caves to becoming sedentary and then building entire civilizations what you describe: hate, combativeness, killing one another over resources, land, food, water, wealth, vanity, power... have been part of the human condition. And all throughout it people have known mortality. This is nothing new. In many ways feudalism never ended, it has just been renamed with ever more colorful terms. There has never been a time in history where humans not waged war against one another, where they did not pillage and destroy and starve their neighbor's kids. Nothing has changed and nothing will change. Humans won't stop until they have burned it all - the planet and everything on it - to the ground. That is part of our programming, the rest is wishful thinking at best, denial at worst. And I get it, who wants to believe they are part of a species programmed to destroy, pillage, murder and set on fire everything it gets its hands on? Speak of accepting that which cannot be changed: accept that this is who we are. All we can do is be kind to ourselves, those around us and the creatures that walk this Earth with us. But the trajectory is the same for our species and the planet we are inhabiting no matter what. All we can do is make it a little less painful on an individual, micro scale but the outcome for us a species will always be the same.
Hmm, well actually, our humanity should unite us. And does sometimes. Unfortunately humans are a tribal species. In my (humble) opinion efforts might best be directed at minimising this instinct to defend against those we perceive as outsiders. Instead, of course our "leaders" in the West try to emphasise and encourage this in us. (It's more profitable for the MIC).
I do have an issue with the apparently obvious assertion that "we're all going to die." Yes and no.
Your body dies. For sure. Once you reach a certain age you come to recognise this. However, fearing this is due to identification with your body. Saying you die is actually as much a delusion as saying you don't die.
Now I'm confusing you. It's not easy to explain this, especially to a cynical audience (such as it is). I'm not really an expert communicator. There's nothing airy-fairy or "spiritual" about this though.
Maybe the best I can do is ask you maybe to realise that although your conscious, thinking self is carried by and within your body it is not really actually your body. So you can say your body dies (and ages) but "you" don't.