I woke up an actor in a costume on a stage in a play.

 I woke up an actor in a costume on a stage in a play.  The script writer, producer, director and costume designer were nowhere to be found.  I wanted to know what the play was about.  I asked.  The animals did not know.  The vegetation did not know.  The earth, water, air, sun did not know.  “Great!,” I thought.  “Maybe I can find out what the play is about by watching what is going on.”   So I watched, and listened.

After ten thousand years of traveling, watching, and listening, and taking into account what I had to do to stay alive, I concluded the following:   First, it obviously isn’t important to know who produced the play, since I never learned that.  You’d think if it was important I would have been told, or discovered the answer.  I had not.  All I can tell you is what happens in the play, sunrise to sunset, season to season, year after year.

Like myself, things appear, consume, live, and are consumed.  Violence is everywhere.  Life and death, eating and getting eaten is the main activity of the creatures.  For humans, life is survival, building and destroying, conquering and being conquered.  Thee are times of freedom, times of slavery.  There are times of plenty and times of scarcity.  Birth and death are a constant, and  everywhere.  There is happiness, laughter, pleasure and joy, and there is sadness, crying, pain and sorrow.  In the end, all that was alive, dies, and from death springs new life.  So far, the play is a never ending cycle life and death.

With everything eating everything to survive, and with humans fighting each other, fighting themselves, fighting in families, cultures, societies, cities, states, and nations, peace is a short vacation between wars.

It is obvious, the nature of the play is evidenced in the nature of humans.  Life, the play, is an incarnation of opposites, a cycle of positive, negative and neutral energy, embodied and personified–made visible, personal, and mortally vibrant.  And by contrast, there are short and long lives of violence.

Most humans would rather live than die, though some opt out at will, but the majority would rather suffer life than escape it.  However, if life is too painful, they joy, sadly, in death, leaving behind all they know and cherish, to go where they know not.

For comfort and solace, many humans adopt belief, faith, hope, theologies, philosophies, theories and conclusions about life, death, and an after-life.  There are and have been countless different beliefs, each offering hope, and yet, humans go to war over beliefs.   The consequences are despair, destruction and death to believers, different believers and non-believers.

Human nature is volatile, equally as volatile as nature itself, except, human nature is like clay, moldable.  Humans change through experiences.  They learn what causes pain, and pleasure, joy, and sorrow, and yet, many are fooled by their mind’s quest for power, wealth, and glory at the expense of others.   

The very nature of human minds–unexamined and untrained–is pride and vanity, and an unbridled quest for personal power, wealth, and glory (as they suppose) with little, or no, or exclusive (not inclusive) regard and love for others, however, those minds do have an overflowing abundance  of love for themselves, and perhaps, some love and regard, if any, for a few, they deem valuable to their personal self-interest.  By all evidence, survival is the goal of most of the actors in the play.  In the process, it is inevitable that some knowledge, understanding and wisdom will be gained by the actors, even if that was not an actor’s intent.

Perhaps the stage, the play, the actors are part and portion of a vast animal farm flying through space.  And like horses bred to fulfill the desire of its breeder (wherein each generation the undesirable are culled, and the esteemed are bred) humans are being bred to fulfill the desire of the great breeder in the sky.  However, starting over, like the days of Noah, is apparently an option for the breeder in the sky.  I still don’t know what the play is about.  I am just thankful I get to play, whether it’s war or peace, so, “Thank you.  The play is one hell of a ride.  I couldn’t ask for a more thrilling adventure, but if I ever do, just ignore my mind.  I’m pretty sure that whatever it thinks about the play is questionable.  However, I do trust its choice in trusting you.  After all, why else would there be peaches, ice cream and pepperoni pizza.”