“To be like the rock that the waves keep crashing over. It stands unmoved and the rage of the sea falls still around it.”
— Marcus Aurelius
To have a point of stillness, and keep it inside. We all want this, and crisis makes that crystal clear.
“It is easy in the world to live after the world’s opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.”
— Ralph Waldo Emmerson in A Higher Loyalty
Quarantined, our interconnectedness is laid bare.
Not a want, but a real need.
Connection. Life or death.
“As the sun, who is the eye of the world, cannot be tainted by the defects in our eyes nor by the objects it looks on, so the one Self, dwelling in all, cannot be tainted by the evils of the world. For this Self transcends all! Katha II. 2.11 ”
— The Upanishads
A sense of self becomes refined. Matured.
I alone am enough.
Still and unmoved.
I alone am still enough.
Accepting dependency, I am made more than I alone.
Transcendent in wholeness.
The Shining Self.
How do you define the self?
Your thougts? Your body? Your actions?
Your history, family, and contributions?
Where do you end?
Where do you begin?
When I feel myself in crisis I hurt, and I need help.
When I feel ‘all’ in crisis I help those who are hurt.
Hurting or helping is a choice of perspective granted by our definition of self.