“We are aware of a desire to value all persons equally, responding to their integral concrete being as unique selves, rather than ranking them according to certain abstract qualities by which they can be classified.”
I like some folks far more than others. I find some women sexually attractive and some not. I don’t want to spend time around mean or distant people. I love the spontaneity of kids and don’t enjoy being around humans who never use the word “fun”.
Okay. That sounds like a normal human being. I include some, I push away others. Overwhelmingly though, I include. But what if I could broaden my range of vision to embrace everyone? What if the quality of consciousness beaming back to me didn’t matter? What if the only thing that counted was what I put out there in life?
As I read what I’ve written, it sounds simplistic, pollyannaish.
“I know it sounds that way. But don’t you see, Bruce, that we naturally rank those around us, in order to discover who we want to spend time with?”
“Well … yes, I get that.”
“Could it be, though, that while one level of your being operates that way, there are more inclusive realms that you can touch?”
“Well … maybe. But I have favourites, you know.”
“Oh yes, I know that.”
“So stop trying to make me into a Superman. I’m no perfect person.”
“Yes … I certainly agree with that!”
“Just leave me alone, will you?”
“Okay. But may I plant a seed?”
(Sigh) “Sure. Plant away.”
“What if, once in awhile, you looked out at the world with different eyes? Most of the time, continue with your comparing mind, but save a little space for something brand new. As in human beings just don’t go there. Would you enjoy doing something that you’ve never done before?”
“I don’t think “enjoy” is the right word. And what you’re suggesting just sounds so weird.”
“Perhaps new stuff is always perceived as weird by people who don’t want to participate.”
“So give me a chance here. What do Adolf Hitler, Donald Trump and Karla Homolka have in common?”
“They’re extremely mean people.”
“Many of us would agree with you. At the same time, they all need love. They all want to be included in the human race. They were all kids once.”
“The possibility exists of being good to people simply because they’re on the planet, knowing they face the same sorrows and illnesses and fears that we do.”
“It’s easy to love the lovable folks. They probably receive lots of that. As for Adolf and Donald and Karla, love is probably in short supply. Perhaps we should send them some. No one left out. No one alone. No one thrown out of the human heart.”