Simple thing, this living. You take nothing
personally, you choose words impeccably, you assume nothing about everything,
and you do your best with what you have and where you're at. That's it. No
muss, no fuss. No controlling of others. No ulterior motives. No in-authenticity.
No complications. Simple!
And then there's living. We want things. We need
things. We desire. We dislike, despise, and denounce. We have passion, certain
insight, experience, and un-deniable facts. We cannot let someone take our
identity away. We each are unique. And yet...
Yet we apportion ourselves (and others) into
neat striations of pie-charts and colo(u)r bands and
Hierarchical-Templates. We adhere to Astrology.
(Cosmology, naturally, appears too complex). We give ourselves birth signs and
labels. We perpetuate the fragmentation of an ‘I’ versus ‘You’, and an ‘US’
versus ‘Them’. Each of us is an individual! Yet we at the same time look for
bands and congregations and collaborations of people to whom we can give our accord.
Birds of a feather flock together¹. "A fish and a bird may marry, but
how will they live together."² And we participate in pogroms, in
divisiveness, and party memberships. How else to be a Donkey or an Elephant?
How else to be a Bear or a Dragon? How does one be a Beaver or a Loon? What
country shall I say I originate from? Just who am I?
There are sufficient questionnaires developed to
derive an answer. Who are you? Vocational counselors will give you advice. So
will your parents, your family, or your church. Psychologists will have you
check-in your Family Constellations. Psychiatrists will assess your very
chemistry. And your culture will give you an accent, a set of conditioned
expectations, and even a birth-right. Your identification papers, your numbers
(especially your SIN number) will give you a social insurance against being ‘a-nobody’.
(Imagine being a refugee, sans papers, sans proof, sans money, sans ability
fluently to speak a new language?) What if you were sans technology let alone
manual-skills-sophistication? Imagine taking a Kalahari Bushman and dropping
him in New York?
And yet some charts will have you left without
hope in their strange delineations of identity. Like looking at a map of the
world and realizing you've only ever lived in one city. Perhaps you've been
lucky enough to travel a bit; seen some of the world. But at the end of the
day, you and I both resort to the life we know, the life in our immediate
surrounds. Naturally. And so it is with Intelligences, we presume, especially
as delineated in Howard Gardiner's heuristics. We resort to using one of them,
predominantly. At issue is, depending on our way of viewing things, is there a
chance we might not develop, exercise, or strain our other faculties? Do we
have to get our 'knickers in a knot'? Must we be anxious when the occasion does not
suit us? Must we give up when stretched beyond apparent capacity? Where's our
entelechy, our inner drive?3 And worse, must we adjudge others when we see them
not able to do what we (so readily) can do?
Thing is, at any time we forget we are a “whole
human being”4, or worse, that so is another, we create
for ourselves a microcosm of myopia, malcontent, and miscegenation. We are a
murder of crows, a gaggle of geese, a babble of sheep. We cease to think truly
independently. We cease to realize we are multiplicitous, multifarious, and universal.
As such we easily become less global, less provincial, and even less
countrified. We descend into the relative obscurity of a citizen of the city,
un-noticing and unnoticed as we get counted among the moving masses; a bland
face without being recognized as "petals on a wet black bough."5
You see, life ain't so simple after all. After
all, which part of Everything is not? (Sigh?)
1. Holland's Theory
2. Tevye (Fiddler on The Roof)
3. Morrie (Tuesdays with Morrie, by Mitch Albom
4. Essential Entelechy (http://mrpswords.blogspot.ca/2016/05/essential-entelechy.html)
5. Ezra Pound