You can revere the heros of our history who otherwise often lead sordid lives and will avoid any loss of faith because you are seeing the truth. The sacred is here in this life that you may have judged profane.
Hurtful people don’t need reasons to be hurtful. There is a simple truth, hurt people hurt people. They don’t respect themselves, so no one can be respected.
If we are continually abused we come to believe what is heaped on us is true, but there is an unusual way out of it. The bad person can embrace they are bad, and in finding that peace learn they are not. What keeps us in our problems is believing in our problems.
If I do something nice for another, it’s for no other reason than I want to, and I like being nice. It’s like petting a puppy. I never get sick of it. At any time, I might pet a puppy. Beware. At any time, I might help someone. Who knows what “evil” lies in the minds of men, we do. I have given a man my lunch just because I wanted to. I was once fed out of the blue by someone I didn’t know. I didn’t ask. I was homeless so was in need, and they didn’t lecture me. They didn’t ask for anything from me, they just fed me.
All evil starts with seeing people as objects. Literally all. They are blind and driving the cars. They will hurt you unless you admit they are blind. Permit it, and allow people to be wrong. Allow yourself to be wrong. When you see that you don’t see, then you see clearly when first you saw only as a man in a dream. See that you don’t see and accept that. Permit it. Don’t belittle yourself, see the equality.
I lose, and I like it. I’m ok with it, and I can find what I lost. It’s like the found money that was always in your pocket. I think I shall have my toast as ash, and my drink as dust. I think I will enjoy it, because I know that it is was it is, and I don’t mistake it for other than ash and dust. Like a child enjoying an awful stick, I will view the world with horror and smile.
Everyone loves a magic show, ala peanut butter and jelly sandwiches! Now you realize that you are where you are right now, but where were you before? You fooled you. The magus the fool, the fool the hierophant, because they think they walk alone then realize; Hey! I really do! Where was I going? In circles, and home to start again tomorrow.
What is home and why do you want to go there? Know that, and you never actually leave home. Then we’re all home for now, and when we leave we will still be home or at least hopefully so. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here. This is true even at home.
Your thoughts are welcome. Be well friends.