The Lie

So many words and only one truth. The words reflect a narrative and the narrative is the context out of which we live out our lives. The many diverse cultures attest to this. The many individual human lives attest to this.  Our story is a struggle for a security that will always elude us because it is based on an illusion. Clearly there is no peace, no freedom- no genuine whole human life lived in isolation and competitive adversity. Yet the narrative that we're supposed to accept is that we're individuals facing an alien world and that our well-being is up to us as isolated beings in a win/lose struggle. This seems inhuman. It seems insane. Only those who speak from the relative safety of a physically supportive context and who have the means to survive and to survive well can "afford" to say that a person "needs to struggle" with all its anxieties, dislocations and distractions in order to live and to be free. This is the lie, the fantasy, too many of us live by.  So many words and only one reality, the reality of our need for one another and compassion.