Life is unpredictable. I think we all know this at heart – yet many of us seem to have such a sense of entitlement that we lament that very unpredictability as if the Gods promised a smooth ride and then let us down.
Recent events – the ghastliness of Bastille Day in Nice, France, the violence in Turkey, the UK Referendum (and its egregious media follow-up) – have shown the bloody, intolerant, megalomanic depths of the unpredictability roller-coaster. They have shown, with pitiless clarity, what happens when we encourage needless and artificial barriers between peoples, countries, the planet. They have shown the results of our turning our backs upon unity – and embracing division, distrust and disunity.
Chaos usually heralds a lesson humanity could do with learning. The Unpredictability Principle, by making us uncomfortable and afraid and sad, triggers a wish to change, to question the static (oft poisonous) values which enslave and oppress.
Sadly, our glib and predictable response to waves of unpredictability keeps the wheel of misfortune churning round and round and round.
What do we do?
We blame a group. A religion. A race. A skin colour. A housing estate. A drug. The police. The lack of police. Political parties. We leap from close encounters with scary unpredictability with our spears and swords of hatred and projection already clutched tightly in our sweaty little paws.
All the ills of the world, all the chaos, all the natural disasters – they are ALWAYS someone else’s fault. Not ours.
We believe that WE deserve peace and love and the planet’s wealth and ease – but those mysterious OTHERS don’t because they are the ones who don’t play by our rules, or believe our dogma; they are the ones unfortunate enough to slither out of their mothers’ wombs a different colour, or shape!
Life is random. It is a series of chance encounters. It veers from brilliant to catastrophic in the blink of an eye. We try and control that with our artificial weather reports – as if predicting an event (often incorrectly) could, in some way, alter its course! As if we puny humans had the means with which to stand up to cyclones, tidal waves and acts of unforeseen butchery. As if having a relatively big brain gave us natural dominance!
What we seem unable to understand is this: The Dark Heart of Mankind is re-created, on a daily basis, by all those who fail to act upon tiny examples of cruelty; by those who kid themselves that, because they don’t murder others, they are great people – and then, behind closed doors, put their own families through psychological torture; those who condemn people abroad who don’t help during the aftermath of chaos – and then ‘fail’ to notice the neighbour down the road struggling to mend a puncture.
We start the same way. All of us. A blast of sexual light, cells dividing and, with such wonderful intelligence, forming themselves into a human being. We end the same way too. All of us. One way or another, we all pass through Death’s portal.
If we could celebrate our unity, instead of despising the differences; if we could see ourselves as cogs in the great Human Race’s machine, all vital to its continuance, none better than any other; if we could teach our children tolerance and love instead of prejudice and hatred; if we could do all of these things, then we could ride the waves of unpredictability TOGETHER, and events which so scar the skin of the planet’s body could become a footnote in history.