“I’m special…” -The Pretenders
24 April 2008
Having unique fingerprints or handwriting does not make me special. What makes me special, makes everyone special—thereby negating all specialness. The divinity that all religious traditions speak of is much cooler than being special. We are a perfect human family. We are unique beings when observed through the carnal lens, but much greater when seen as a web—connected not only to each other, but to every thing from sky scraper to dust mite.
Our consciousness indeed gets to “play the game” of being a separate body, with affinities for cats or dogs, chocolate or vanilla, etc.; but the “higher consciousness”—call it God or Gladys—keeps us plugged in to this thing called life. When we experience this connection, and see the truth that all our actions affect the whole web, we don’t just play a good game, we begin to “play well with others.” We build bridges, create paintings, celebrate birthdays and anniversaries; we reach out to other beings who may be experiencing the pain of separateness.
