The Game of Peace

“It’s the End of the World as We Know It, and I Feel Fine”

I have my time-card in hand and I’m watching the clock.

The previously announced moment has come and gone, so I am anxiously awaiting the next strike of midnight.

Not this time, they say, but rather, now. This moment. The earth will end on…well, this time let’s say 2001. No? Okay, how about 2035? Or maybe 2076?

They keep missing. Score one for the drive of the human spirit. Keep insisting you are right, you cute little blind squirrel.

A few quotes:

“You get what you concentrate upon, there is no other main rule.”

“If you can believe, all things are possible to him that believes.”

“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

“I think for myself, no man can think for me.”

“Imagination is more important than knowledge.”

—-So again with the amateur doomsayers and self-made prophets, I hear them spouting their remarkable theories for the end of the world, a run-down list of misery and world-wide tragedy, focusing upon all the horrible conditions which we have wrought upon the planet—-like an itch that must be scratched, and scratching it makes it feel so much better, right? Doesn’t really help the healing process, but hey, it’s your body, do what you want with it. Same thing with the planet. Do what you want. She ain’t going nowhere. We might, but she’s not.

It’s your planet. It’s everyone’s planet. And if the majority want to remain asleep while the house is burning, allowing the minority to set the place aflame right under their noses, then that is their right as well. Free will— what a beast!

Face it: as bad as the doomsayers and others paint the global picture, we all allowed it to become what it is. We all created it. Don’t blame lack of knowledge, or disinformation, or whatever, to be an excuse. Everyone knows deep down inside what has happened, what is happening, and what will probably happen. Everyone’s at fault, if anyone is. A group effort it was and is, and it takes all pitching in and doing their part—-the sleeping sheep counting sheep, the elite and ignorant power-brokers playing with human lives like small tokens of exchange, the over-excited adult-children with all their new technologies to try out on an unsuspecting planetary population—-all work together to bring about devastation of the earth.

It wasn’t something that just happened. Even many great writers played their parts, creating stories of future turmoil and fascist societies, technologies become destructive forces of control, the soul of mankind trapped by its own scientific creations. It took time to get this far. Time and effort. And desire. Don’t forget desire. It’s what everyone wants anyways, so there it is. It’s what the human race wanted. So be it.

But hey, it doesn’t really matter one whit. Not one single bit. All the dire and horrible occurrences don’t add up to much, in the end. In the end, it’s light’s out, game over, go to sleep, dream, and re-awake. It’s not like you lose your soul or anything. Not like you can actually be killed and ended. You go to sleep, dream, and eventually awaken. All the worry and struggle and strife amount to nothing. Well, actually, it does. It makes it worse.

Focusing and concentrating on any one specific thing or facet, to the exclusion of anything else, is adding to the reality of that upon which you focus. Like a magnet you draw it to you, until it is all that can be seen or noticed anymore. And if it’s something you would avoid or choose to not experience and yet you focus upon it instead, painting dire scenarios and circumstances in the future that you then imaginatively play with some more in your mind as if it’s happened already or is going to happen, making it even more real to you—-well, that doesn’t really serve your purposes now does it?

Instead, when faced with such a dire possibility or eventuality, try to simply acknowledge the situation, be brutally honest about it and about yourself, consider it fully as something real and true, face up to it, take responsibility for it and so forth, and then think of the solutions or possible actions you could take to counter that situation or eventuality. But be practical, and do not indulge. The indulging gets you every time: it exaggerates the future. Even if you think that the situation is not your fault directly, that it is your parents’, your grandparents’, or your older relatives and your ancestors that allowed it to happen—it is somewhat your responsibility now, especially considering that you live here and it’s your planet also. And you care about it and what shape it is in. Especially that. If you didn’t care, you would probably not even read this, or this far. If it sickens you, then let it do so. If it means nothing, then move along to something else. Be honest however. A blind eye doesn’t see, so it can’t turn away.

But since you do care, then quit bemoaning the state of the world, quit listing all the faults and errors, quit spouting your dire prophesies and predictions— quit thinking in those terms at all. Instead, enjoy what life you have, enjoy whatever activity you can, enjoy the beauty and grace of nature and know that she will be just fine, with or without us. Know that we can’t harm her beyond the mere surface-scratches we inflict. She will kick us out long before she lets us bring her down. It won’t be us destroying the world and ourselves— it will be us no longer worthy of living here or deserving of life here. Someone said, the animals that we have known do not go extinct because of our actions. They go because we are not worthy of them, and not worthy of sharing this time and space with them.

Truth is easy. A lie must be wrestled into shape.

So, …. off with their heads! Murder cheat steal hate. Bang bang game game. Tackle, kick, punch, box, press a button. Play cowboys and Indians, doctor and patient, victim and judge. Pretend you’re a superhero. Go bounce a ball.

Laughing all the way to the empty bank, with a head full of false notions and nonsense.

“Peace sells, but who’s buying?” — real peace, not the peace that is imagined after a fair amount of death and destruction, but real, cooperative and lasting peace, something that becomes so automatic it would be like breathing, there all the time and able to be taken for granted. Strong and stable, easy and fair. Respectful and true, able to take the heat of hard argument and always returning as if it was never gone. That’s the peace to strive for.

Now who’s game for that? Let’s all play like “soft mad children” and have a blast at it. It should be fun! Wanna try?

 


 

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