Love's Edict

Nature is driven by the following three genetic edicts:

• Survive
• Procreate [indirectly linked to survival but still a separate mandate – just consider how the drive to procreate can, and often does, trump the will to survive]
• Improve the species

And generally the three interact in the following dynamic: survive long enough to procreate or die before the genetic pool is polluted by your inadequacies.

But, there is a 'new' edict—new in the sense that awareness of it is only a few thousand years old vs. the hundreds of millions of years life has teamed on the planet. And this edict is not a natural response to life. In fact, it's hard to imagine any life form, evolving from the muck, against the harsh elements of the Universe, arriving at this way of being merely from carnal logic. Perceiving the content of this new edict seems to require vision beyond the senses—which, is why, in most courts, it's an edict considered anything but sensible.

I like to call it “Love's Edict”. Love is central to all. Why? Because, all is really one. Love thy neighbor as thy self, because thy neighbor is thy self! Love's Edict trumps survival. It even trumps procreation. And, in Love's eyes, there is nothing to improve. All is as it is, to be delighted in as one delights in a smash-hit Broadway show. A sort of Broadway reality game show.

If survival is cherished, it is done so as part of the game, with no more earnest than provoked by friendly competition. If procreation is pursued [and I'm making a distinction between sex and procreation], it is to preserve the game for future players [or theater goers]. And any improvements are done in the joy of artful creation.

This higher perspective is grounded in the knowledge that life is an illusion, time and space really don't exist, and all of this is merely a joyful exploration of the possibilities melted from the density of matter. An electromagnetic production of history created from the many forms of light. As such, it is meant to be engaged in with glee, delight and joy! Fascination is the ambient emotion of one so engaged!

Nature's edicts are a component of the play. They are written in the rule book. And they're followed by one ensconced in the game. But, humanity has the ability to lift a head above the fray. Humanity has the unique opportunity to choose. We can play the game, but we can do it consciously! We can choose, in the moment, to be uncompromising about survival, and in the next moment, look up and squeal, “Did you see that?! This is so much fun!!”

But, even more profound, we can question the veracity of Nature's edicts. We can choose to place the survival of someone else over our own survival. We can choose not to procreate. We can question God's mandate to be “fruitful and multiply”. We have the cognitive capability to calculate the pending world population and say, “God, I'm guessing you meant, until the world is pleasantly populated.” And, we can choose love, above all else. We can refuse to do harm—no matter what. We can choose to die, rather than harm a hair on any living being. We have that power. And in nature, that is a super power.

But, following Love's Edict is not easy. One must swim against Natures current. Appearances, more often than not, will scream fowl! And the general consensus among the “unawake” will be that you are a foolish idiot, or worse, that you are down-right dangerous. And you probably are foolish and stupid and even dangerous—to the status quo. But, there is a higher vision and from that perspective all is logical and sensible. Sometimes, time will tell—in fact, probably all the time, but sometimes the time involved surpasses lifetimes, thus the illusion of discontinuity.

In general, Right-Wing politics follows the edicts of Nature. Their logic sees none of the “airy-fairy” reasoning of those who see beyond the five senses. It's all Survival and Preservation of the Species and Blood Is Thicker Than Water. And when these same people ascribe their stance to the teachings of “Christ”, the irony is sublime.