Our lives are not our own.
From the film Cloud Atlas
[W]hen the early Spanish explorers first saw what non-Native Americans now call the Grand Canyon, there was nothing in their conceptual repertoire – in their language – to enable them to perceive its dimensions accurately. For example, they thought the Colorado River, at the bottom of the canyon, was only a few hundred feet away. As a result, foot soldiers in full armor were ordered to reconnoiter the area – to run down and have a look around – and to the surprise of their countrymen, they never returned. This example illustrates how conception (what we think) precedes perception (what we experience through our senses) and how our expectations, beliefs, and values – all of which are carried by language – determine the way we experience our world.
Critical Theory Today, Lois Tyson (2006:257)
So, friends, we are about to enter 2013.
Predictions are a dime a dozen, but there seems to be a fairly robust consensus
emerging that the coming year will be very turbulent indeed.
I don’t like predictions, nor do I seek
them out; there is an inevitability to history, a vastness, that renders all
prediction casuistry and chicanery in my opinion. And yet we would not be human
if we did not try to impose sense on past, present and future events. Perception
is interpretation, and interpretation is rooted in conceptual frameworks. Broad
consensus is a vital battle ground, particularly in hierarchical, state-based
social systems in which an ‘elite’ seeks to control as much as possible.
Prediction is thus in part ongoing propaganda for controlling and shepherding ever-emerging
consensus, to define ‘reality’ as it unfolds before our eyes. Currently, many
pundits not normally given to ‘doom and gloom’ are predicting just that: doom.
It is as if we are being spoon fed hopelessness under a glittering veneer of ‘business
as usual’. Or it is as if we are selling despair to ourselves due to some
collective cognitive dissonance we can’t (won’t) quite perceive.
This is all standard fare, but deeper
change is afoot than simple economic turbulence leading painfully but
inexorably back to ‘normal’ – growth, Growth, GROWTH! of the economic realm. I believe
we are transitioning from primarily ego-based interpretations of ‘reality’ – in
which fear, control, ‘selfishness’ and ‘competition’ rule – to a paradigm in
which we are far more consciously aware of the ego’s role in our perceptions
and can therefore operate/react with greater consciousness and wisdom. A
paradigm is emerging in which the sense that “our lives are not our own” is not
reflexively dismissed as ‘socialism’, and money (whatever that is) is not a commodity
to be hoarded, but a non-valuable record of economic transactions fostering
cooperation and inventiveness in the interest of a growing commons which serves
each ‘individual’. We are leaving behind one sense of what freedom is all
about, and developing a different, perhaps more mature definition of freedom.
Also up for redefinition are wealth, value and success; dessert, reward and
punishment; obligation and responsibility; health and much else besides. We are
not going through a simple economic downturn, but this has been true since
2007, and actually far earlier.
There is no hope for the old system.
Hopelessness is thus justified. I suspect many of us feel it. For many across
the world, conditions are so terrible only suicide offers any hope of release
from the pain. Indeed, hopelessness is pervasive enough, the absence of a clear,
alternative vision palpable enough, to make it sometimes seem like the only possible
way is down, forever. For that which is dying, the only way is down, but it is
precisely this death which feeds the birth of the new. As Charles Eisenstein
argues in his latest article, we are in the space between stories. On one hand
we see decadence, decay, oppression, fascism, open corruption and criminality
unimaginable even months ago. On the other we dimly perceive something vague.
The former thus seems far more real, far more worthy of our attention. If we
gaze at it for too long, we panic, do whatever we can to prevent its collapse.
This is hopelessness, this is desperation. The new, the unknowable alternative, is so vague, so silly, so
untried and untested, so impossible, it cannot inspire us. Hopelessness wins.
Ralph Boes* was interviewed in Basel on the
23rd December this year (a few days ago). He describes a hopeless situation
in Germany due to Hartz IV. He says many pregnant mothers on Hartz IV have
committed suicide in despair. The pressure from the state system is so inhuman,
so counter to the realities of people’s lives and the job market, that death
offers the only release. And yet, just as we recently passed the winter
solstice, just as we know 2013 is upon us, just as we know 2012 cannot be
revived, we know spring must come. Of course, tired clichés aside, there is the
matter of the timescale, there are the significant matters of war, environmental stress, fascism,
dystopia. I agree that these are precarious times; I am not here selling some assured
transition to flower-filled meadows alive with love and life. Boes uses the
analogy of marching across a frozen sea. The weather warms, the ice breaks. For
a while, marching forwards still makes sense, and swimming remains unimaginable,
foolish. But at some point, after enough ice has melted, swimming becomes the
only option. We are just about at that moment, and as we abandon what was once
solid, what once stretched out all around us as far as the eye could see, we
are called upon to be inventive and creative, and to begin imagining the new as we build it. Not just fringe loons like
myself, but everybody, all talents, all perspectives. In this sense, we are becoming the
100%.
Just as the
Spaniards did not have the conceptual experience required to gauge the scale of
the Grand Canyon, so we cannot appreciate the task in front of us. We are our habits, our patterns of thought,
our beliefs. In this sense, the old travels with us into the new and does not
die, but is transformed. Indeed, old and new are little more than opinions,
perspectives. There are no endings, no beginnings, only ongoing emergence, and
our lives are not our own. Hopelessness gives rise to hope as surely as Yin and
Yang birth their opposites at each of their extremes. But hopelessness and hope
are, at one level, ego-effects (as are all ‘opposites’), and dwelling on them,
as on predictions, misses the point. How many of us make it through the
turbulence is anyone’s guess, but that’s not the issue either, and applies
equally to good and bad times. It’s not about individuals in the ego-sense, in
the ego-perspective, and never really has been. We are wholly caught up in, and
are generated by the infinite interconnectedness of everything, tasked with somehow
making the ‘best’ of our lot, our ‘fate’, our biology, our history, come what
may.
There is free
will, but it is not the ego’s plaything as ego would have us believe. Perhaps Jung
had it right after all; “Free will is doing gladly that which we must do”, but
I think there is more to it than that. As we are forced to let go of what we
once held precious, as we jump unwillingly into what appears to be an
inhospitable sea of endless uncertainty, the deeper meaning of free will becomes
apparent; it is rooted in (and perhaps generates) circumstance, reflex, reaction,
experience, bondage, limitation. And yet there in the ego’s blind spot, something
gives birth to creativity and new forms, and we can be privileged to be part of that as one gift of
interconnectedness. I like to think of this mystery as free will, but it is not
‘ours’ to wield. I see our egos as being on the receiving end of free will, not
in any way as masters of it. From the ego’s point of view, ‘true’ free will is thus
a paradoxical and magical thing, but a magic which destroys as it creates – forests,
people, cities, civilisations … everything, causing both suffering and bliss,
tragedy and good fortune, suicide and survival, hope and hopelessness,
blandness and vibrancy: binary opposites as ego-effects.
To the extent that binary opposites exist
at all, it can be helpful to see them as creators of both unity (“We”) and diversity
(“I”). Our perceptions/experiences thereof, rooted in and shaped by slowly
changing conceptual frameworks, are as much a part of their composition as is
their endless, autopoietic spiralling. As the African word “Ubuntu” has it, I
am because we are. I believe this wisdom is going to be increasingly helpful to
us as we navigate the uncertainty ahead, as we deal with the exhausting see-saw
of hopelessness and hope, as we build the ‘new’ from the collapse of the ‘old’.
The title of this article is thus deceptive,
the content’s message purposefully muddled in a contortion of contradictions. Regardless
of current or impending horror, regardless of imminent bliss or utopia, our
lives are not our own. And yet we are indeed confronted by a daunting
transition to something potentially ‘better’, we are indeed called to act, to
be agents for positive change and to be creative through a transition that is,
because of its enormity, very painfully disruptive. We must act despite the
fact that this transition is far mightier than any of us as ‘individuals’, even
though our actions can seem futile, a drop in the ocean.
In this convoluted, long-winding way, I
wish you what is most appropriate and beneficial both to you and us for the
times ahead, and a creative relationship with your ever-changing circumstances.
Brace yourselves, it's going to be a bumpy ride.
*Ralph Boes' 90% sanctioning was revoked towards the end of November. According to the employment agency, there had been an unspecified legal complication/error. Boes is eating normally again. We can reasonably read into this that the state does not want a public martyr in the Hartz IV colosseum and knows it is on shaky legal ground when it comes to Hartz IV.
