It doesn’t matter if you have lots of options
If they’re all bad.
No holy wars were declared
Nobody was burned at the stake
For the sake of rival theories in physics.
Perhaps the label of ‘madness’
That we often apply
To people with mental health issues
Is also a kind of sensitivity.
Perhaps these people are just more sensitive
(less well adapted?)
To the craziness of their surroundings
Which is to say
The craziness of our world.
They are canaries
In a vast,
And very scary coal mine.
And, instead of calling them mad,
We should consider what it is
That they are reacting to.
Everyone gets to hear
What they want to hear
What they need to hear
To have someone (or something) to love
Than to be loved yourself.
Though both are preferable.
It sounds obvious, and probably it is.
How righteous you feel,
Does not correlate with
How right you are.
Our individual circles of compassion are rather small.
We care, perhaps, for (most of) our family, and our friends
Not so much for others outside of that circle
And not at all for those we call our enemies.
If we worked to cultivate wider circles of compassion
(…and how far is possible here?)
Much of the suffering could be avoided.
A fanatic flatly denies phenomena that don’t fit his/her preconceptions.
A scientist accepts the existence of an (…as of yet) unexplainable thing* – and then sets about trying to theorise why.
Much is impossible, yes.
But much is merely written off as impossible
By people who don’t like the idea of it being true.
This is more of a problem when such people are in positions of influence.
*: ideally, it first passes the bullshit test :o)
I know that I am wrong in so many things.
The real issue is
I don’t know what those things are.
I operate on the assumption
That I am probably wrong on most things.
Apart from the things that I love,
Even though there are things that I don’t love anymore.
I’ve not yet worked out how to square that circle.