I watched my cat, being languid.
I realized, she has a couple billion hairs growing out of her, each one in exactly the right place.
Her purr is perfect and her little nose kills me, out there in front, leading her to food and helping her to find her home, so we can cuddle her up and keep her warm and love her cattitude....
What a marvel she is!
Such a grand experiment gone exactly right!
Put together by billions of well aligned cells, and gifted with such a great machinery to get through this life.
Epiphany. Today there's a discount on those.
I looked at you, and I saw a human being, being human.
Everything that cat is, but gifted with speech and the ability to understand not just your own life, but that of those around you. Well, maybe the cat has her own gift of speech, too. I wouldn't know, I don't nuance that well about cats.
Here's the thing: Once I saw you as a marvel, a gorgeous, amazing, unimaginably complex and well thought out marvel of biological technology, I could not unsee you, your MASSIVE potential, your gifts, the worlds of compassion, teamwork and raw and unadulterated beauty that are aching to come bursting out of you like a coronal mass ejection of unimaginable scale.
The joy of you being you and the thoughts you manage to have and the way you express them, that we could all be thankful for, for that they show us a new lens to peer through at the world we forget and only see our own way, without your insights and offerings.
I stood in awe of what it was I was looking at then.
Not what you were doing, but what you could do.
The pure potential, it was like awaiting the blast from a Super nova, a bit scary, and totally gripping.
And then, something happened.
I saw myself, as a creature just like you.
It scared me, and made me humble and prideful and I felt the weight of responsibility to the potential boiling through my veins, all of a sudden.
Could I be everything I could see you being if you wanted?
If I could,then I'd better get on with it, hadn't I?
Something else happened, then.
Once I could see us both as raw potential, I first realized the awesome responsibility I owed to carrying a figurative gun so devilishly loaded with the potential to accomplish so much.
I must improvise and invent, explore and amaze in the best possible way.
Once I realized that, I realized this:
A shame to waste such a marvel in this human body of mine, but more than that: Such a crime if I put it to work doing someone else's mundane and endlessly repetitive bidding, that and nothing else.
Such a slap in the cosmic face of what I have been given if I used this body to foment hatred and grow dischord, and to attempt to sideline and sidetrack other lucky recipients of such a massive gift from the universe...from using theirs to do as much good and as much celebrating of the frolic, the big frolic that so clearly our visit to the blue ball is meant to have been.
I cannot , cannot, cannot wish anything but the best and most advantageous for you, now that I know that anything less is depriving us all of the sort of good you're capable of.
It does not matter if I have met you or not.
I don't care that your outermost layer has darker cells than mine, or that you are taller, or faster, or that you can carry a baby and I cannot. These are the things that will help you fashion a new lens for me to look through, when we meet and you show me the secret to seeing the universe your way.
Go, fly, be free!
I will help you, if you will help me.
We both owe it to our SELVES, to this chance we have to live in these marvelous bodies we have been given.... to want one another to succeed as hugely as possible, so that we can both get to a place where we can polish our lenses, preparatory to sharing with each other what this place has meant to us.
Anything less is a crime against what we are.
Anything less is not befitting our spot in all this blowing cosmic dust.
Anything less is us, insulting the gift we have been allowed unfettered access to.
So you see, I cannot throw away my potential, and I cannot stifle yours.
We both have so much we need to go get busy doing, so we can share.
Hate you for being different?
I gotta find you and ask you what you see, that I'm not looking at like you do.