spinning stories

we have an instinctive, or perhaps a very deep culturally embedded need to tell ourselves stories.

stories can be problematic inasmuch as they’re used to supplant our direct perception of reality. they can be helpful when used to point to the truth. they can be entertaining and seen as a beautiful form of expression when recognized simply as fictions.

but most of the time, we use the technique of storytelling to support our personal and collective spins on reality. we have to continually reinforce these subjective interpretations because they have no inherent reality of their own.

a larger percentage than we might imagine of the interaction that takes place between individuals on a day to day basis consists of collectively adding energy to everything from individual life-stories to more encompassing stories about the human condition.

fighting for scraps

there's so much more going on beneath the surface of human interactions than what we choose to acknowledge.

having the erroneous perception of being cut off from the source of wellbeing, comfort and contentment, we engage in scuffles amongst ourselves to get from others what we feel - consciously or unconsciously - we're missing.

until we stop engaging in misidentification, most of our interactions with others, to one degree or another, will be based on this "give me what i need but don't take what i have" mentality. we may ask nicely or demand brutally, defend softly or violently, but these are only superficial differences.

from the perspective of one who no longer uses the mind as a reference for self, what's very clearly going on is a constant, mad fight for measly scraps. an ironic fight as well, since all of the fulfillment that's necessary is abundantly available by simply resting in the obvious and ever-present truth of being.