The path to understanding the other is begun by understanding ourselves. When we begin the inward path to self knowledge, we can then view ourselves with compassion and then view others with compassion. All knowledge is applicable to the self.
It is not worthy of the name if we use it to manipulate and maneuver the other. Then it is a game and all the world knows this game. It is played all the time and with huge stakes. Insight implies that the sight will be applied inward. If it is not, it becomes manipulative of the other.
It is said that some individuals take everything personally. That is why we have Earth Life. If it cannot be applied inwardly and used for growth, of what purpose is it. Granted, some things are just for fun. But laughter, genuine laughter cleanses the toxic wastes from swollen glands. It is good and refreshing to be able to laugh at oneself.
It is only the secure one who can afford to sing in the shower and to yodel with the grandest opera shows a security not too many demonstrate. To be able to take life lightly displays a growth not to be measured in the local currency. It is the individual who has gone the route and has placed things in their proper perspective.
It is only with inward growth can we see that life is not a death matter, that our selfhood does not depend on the trends of the moment, that our lives do not depend on what importance the world credits but what our own premises are.
Who we are, what we are, where we come from and to where we go is not adolescent fare. It is the meat of our lives and the wine of our maturity. To understand the why of ourselves, why am I, is the beginning. It is not downhill all the way but to those who reveal themselves, to them it will be revealed.
To be able to say I know and am known is a beginning of the long trek homeward. You will not be destroyed but you will construct on solid ground with secure footings. Shifting sands will not trouble you and your own eternal why is on the way to being answered.
Your answers will be sufficient for you.
(excerpt from The Rib Cage. . . )
For in that place in you
which rocks with pain
and fills the night with cries,
we hear. . .
There is no thing that fails
to place itself forever in the Universe.
All is seen, all is heard and from
the rib cage housing the great heart,
the ethers carry
the great Ahhhhh Man. . . .
art by Claudia Hallissey