The Church of the Random Mind
There is an enjoyment I take in randomness that is difficult to describe. There is an enjoyment I take in looking for things that seem not to matter a lick or relate to anything around me. I feel like I am the only parishioner in the Church of the Random Mind.
I guess my life is what has made me this way. I’ve lived everywhere and nowhere. I’ve hung my hat in North America, Europe, Asia, the Caribbean, and the middle of the Pacific. Every place a different life, a different me. If you’ve lived the military life, you know what I mean.
Please understand that I am not sorry, or complaining. I have met and known more people in my short years than most people do in their entire lives. And it has taught me that there are as many ways to be as there are people being. And I think that is just grand! I am, of course, a multiculturalist. Please don’t confuse the term with its co-opted politically bastardized usage. I’m not talking about foreign policy or trade.
I’m talking my personal policy.
The reason I believe in multiculturalism is because we have been touting globalism for decades and we haven’t made one millimeter of progress. Why? Because globalist touchy, feely, hands-across-the-world, we are all the same under the skin malarkey is just that, malarkey. Globalism is kind of like religion in that it asks its followers to ignore glaring, overwhelming facts and just believe. Multiculturalism at least faces the fact of our differences head on. It is a grittier and more introspective way of tackling the matter. It asks us to face ourselves as the selfish, ethnocentric, racist, sexist, ageists that we really are and to address those issues instead of ignoring them in a long haired, patchouli smelling, bong swat hitting, tie-die wearing group hug.
Different exists. We are all different.
The key is to learn that different is not just okay, it’s awesome.
Sounds pretty heretical, right? That’s okay. I’ve been called worse.
For me, globalism vs. multiculturalism is a lot like dieting vs. exercise.
Dieting has been promising and promising for decades and it never, ever delivers. Obesity and diabetes have never been greater health issues than they are today.
Exercise is a bitch! It sucks, it hurts, it takes time out of your day, it is in no way easy to do, it is often embarrassing, but it does deliver. It’s not pretty, or easy, and it doesn’t come in a bottle, but it does deliver.
Oops, got a bit off track there. Well, not really. I guess that’s just the me of me.
Any of you who know me know that I rejoice in spouting out random craziness and posting bizarre pictures of strange and exotic animals on the Tavern. I do it to get a laugh, and to give myself a laugh.
I do it to show that silliness has a value. A very precious value.
If you have kids, you know what I mean.
The silly, meaningless, seemingly pointless play of children is, to me, the representation of what we loose when we become ashamed of being different, when we buy into the disinformation that color, race, and religion are reasons to dislike or to fear others. Imagine if we let children hold onto the wisdom with which they are born. Imagine if we let them continue to believe, to know, that color, race, religion, and all the other things that make us different are reason to want to speak with and learn from other people.
Saturday night, my boyfriend and I spent the evening walking through El Viejo San Juan. It was a particularly beautiful night and the gorgeous, sixteenth, seventeenth, and eighteenth century buildings made for pure magic. We went down to our favorite spot at the end of Avenida de la Princesa and sat by the water. There was a young mother there with her three children enjoying the night air. Her little boy, maybe seven years old, started talking to William and me. The conversation was silly, pointless, and just a bit random and his mother smiled at us with embarrassment and kept apologizing for her son. I told her there was no need to apologize. It was the most enjoyable conversation I had had in a while.
No physicist, no mathematician, no theologian, compares to the wisdom of a child. They are the true sages.
When I randomly spout out that you should take ten minutes out of your day to be silly and just a bit random, I mean it. It has made a difference in my life. It has made me happy. It has brought good people to me and It has brought me wisdom.
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