Lesson to William Wordsworth's, (1770-1850), lament:
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given ours hearts away, a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like the sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are our of tune;
It moves us not.---Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on the pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
The basic problem is, we have lost our perspective of life. Most of us are living in a psychological space that bears no connection to the reality of the breath of our lives. The planet is managing fine; on time with no major flaws. The whole cosmos is operating flawlessly. Yet, you have a disturbing thought stuck in your head, and you are having a terrible day. Within the universality of space, if you look at yourself in perspective, you are merely a speck. But you believe your thought--which is less than a speck, should determine the nature of your existence. Thought can never be greater than life. Thought can only be logical, and logic operates exclusively by parching everything between polarities, searching for conclusions. Its data base only recognizes the material and psychological aspects of our life, while completely neglecting to figure in its cosmic aspects. Our life is tied, like a web, inextricably into the cosmos, and further into Universal Nature. We and the Universe are one organic unity. It, in a macro sense, and us in a micro sense, united together. Our micro sense is literally reaching for the stars, so that we can finely rest easy in the destiny of our heritage.
One truth, many paths. Be good, do good