By Jay - Ottawa
Just about every day, the news, with its endless reports of injustice and lunacy, can push us to react with 'a belly full of hate' (h/t Mao). Whether for the perps (them) or the perped upon (us), hate can be injurious to your physical and mental health. Reading about Trump and remembering his recent predecessors/predators in the White House (and the candidates who hope to scramble their way up the steps into the WH), as well as their henchmen wielding bureaucracies the Romans would envy, probably does lead to ulcers and more serious ailments of mind and body. Printers' ink is so often poison.
We want heroes, we need heroes, not merely to keep us out of the doctor's office for belly aches and depression, but to provide us with the oxygen of inspiration. There are people out there who are clear-minded and persistent workers, who are effective in creating zones of justice. Take courage; those preserves are larger than we realize.
Chris Hedges interviews makers of justice zones regularly. A few weeks ago he introduced his readers to Adam Frank, an astrophysicist who writes books for laypeople as well as his professional colleagues. In researching Frank and, later, buying one of his books, I was led to a website called Orbiter, where Frank is a contributor. Orbiter's purpose:
"To elevate and enrich the public conversation about science, meaning, and morality. Orbiter seeks to bring accuracy, balance, and humility to a conversation about ideas that are often mischaracterized and misunderstood.”
So, Orbiter serves the needs of science to more widely communicate its findings and leaves the back door open to philosophers like Blaise Pascal: “The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of…. We know the truth not only through reason, but through the heart.”
The Buddha, giving high place to compassion, may have been asserting the same thing. Here's a talk by a Tibetan monk (1978) who, after a little windup, launches into one of the most touching salutes to mothers as exemplars of compassion. (Just in time for Mother's Day in the US and Canada.)
Back to the need for heroes. What did I find in my pass by Orbiter today? A celebration of (of all people) Jean Vanier, a Frenchman whose non-medical solution to a medical problem has been copied in scores of countries. Vanier died this week on Tuesday, age 90. His obituary appeared in the NY Times.
Another obit can be found in Orbiter. How come? Vanier was not a scientist, but he did develop a few formulas that work. He received the Templeton Prize in 2015, and I believe it's the Templeton Foundation that helps Orbiter stay afloat ($) to peddle science coupled with wisdom.
Vanier found one approach to deal with the mildly mentally handicapped, which technique has been doing just fine by itself until science in its own special way comes up with a silver bullet to cure them.
There is a short video at the bottom of the Orbiter article where Vanier describes the ridiculously unscientific, unsophisticated, heartfelt ideas that have helped make his chosen group of nobodies into valued, joyful somebodies. May this heroic news serve as your antidote for the front page of tomorrow.
Chris Hedges, Adam Frank, Orbiter, Templeton, Jean Vanier, all addressing the belly, the brain and the heart. They are lights within the dark matter of the universe, with not so many degrees of separation and therefore a force.
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“Unhappy the land that is in need of heroes.” ~ Bertolt Brecht
The distinction between mind and heart is specific to Western European culture.
In Tibetan there is just one word, semje, for both of these Western concepts.
The Pueblo Indians of North America have no such separate distinction either.
The following is an extract from chapter 9 of Carl Gustav Jung's "Memories, Dreams, Reflections" —
"See," Ochwiay Biano said, "how cruel the whites look. Their lips are thin, their noses sharp, their faces furrowed and distorted by folds. Their eyes have a staring expression; they are always seeking something. What are they seeking? The whites always want something; they are always uneasy and restless. We do not know what they want. We do not understand them. We think that they are mad."
I asked him why he thought the whites were all mad.
"They say they think with their heads," he replied.
"Why of course. What do you think with?" I asked him in surprise.
"We think here," he said, indicating his heart.
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