I used to study with people who really cared. We’d get together in a conference room around a wooden table and really hash things out. Being. The Good. The Uncaused Cause. The Big stuff. We’d try to say what we thought, but if somebody thought something different, he’d say it. Or she’d say it. And if the person said something that wasn’t what the first person thought it would get them really emotional. They’d shake, they’d yell, they’d cry, they’d run screaming from the room.
For example. We were having a conversation about what is a pearl. And Jackie said “A pearl is a shiny secretion from a mollusc.” And Roberto said “If that were true then there could be pearls from other animals. Like there could be a pearl from a snail.” And Jackie said “There are. There is a kind of snail that makes pearls. It is called a meli meli.” And Roberto ran screaming from the room.
Of course we coaxed him back from the bathroom where he was weeping — we’re not animals!
Of course sometimes people faked it as if to say “I can run screaming from the room too! I care too!”
But in actuality every couple of moments somebody’s view of life would become so radically shaken and their sense of themselves so torn up that they would feel something deeper and better than shame and they’d burst into tears and run screaming from the room.
It makes you sensitive to the other ups and downs Trickster Dealer Life has in his deck for ya! If it’s not going to change my estimation of the value of a pearl, of what life is, of what is for a being to “Be” — then you think to yourself
“I got this!”