My Son

I have a son with more than his share of heart and mindbody intelligence, to comprehend vastness of Earth’s evolving history and future demise, to comprehend full emptiness of universes within and without co-arising nondual universes, enough intelligence to become haunted by our deep dualist dark insignificance as a species, and far less value even than this de-commodification of AnthroCentric Futures, His own autonomous Ego value so inconsequential he doubts his worthiness of food he eats of water he drinks of air he breathes, much less worthy of employment or any developing sense of healthy vocation, purpose meaning midst his human comedic environment at its best a good musical comedy cooperative network. This, he can more or less actually find on-line, but not so much within his own family, much less school. Well, maybe there were a few exceptions to the individual student competing against all other students rule, everyone playing an absurd Win-Lose game, with loser death the inevitable outcome for each and all. In the meantime, should we choose to fiddle while Earth prepares to burn in the middle and flood on the shores, why not orchestrate WinWin cooperatives deep learning strategies, more fun more opportunity to improve interactive communication and co-deductive dialectic analysis, to live empirical-cooperative method in an active healthy open communicative mutual Win economic and political kind of Taoist way. But, of course, Taoism, in his expansive view, hides in a Pandora box labeled “EXEGENESIS of RELIGION” which is about a spirituality cat half dead and unfortunately only at best half alive, as if spirit is any other than eco-dynamic nature, as if yin were other than absent reverse nondual inside yang’s revolving bilateral time; Spirituality implying he walks through a divinely inspired comedy with few speaking parts and no solos allowed, which he knows could not be true unless divine inspiration is no more or less than human natural regenerative DNA programming function, developing form, informational ergodic prime patterns and rhythms, synergetic invitations toward gratitude, integrative predestination of phylogenic bilateral form revolving through Earth’s interdependent spaciated orbits of time. To what end could we possibly become for one who is humanist musical comedy cooperative-preferred, competition-averse, with polyculturally inclined interests of rich dense fertile healthy sharing this hour, this game, this day's plan, but without actively articulating hope for any self support, thrival nutrients for his body; not just his mind. Surprising to me how my lovely son quickly learned to see spiritual as natural nonduality, but has yet to recover his embryonic mind as body co-arising transparency, much less divine as also humane musical comedic unity without aspiring toward monolithic uniformity.