The Earth Rotates, Right?

The Earth rotates, right?

And why do you nod so decisively, if you’ve never felt this rotation yourself?

Do you no longer trust your senses?

Do you no longer believe your own earthly experience?

And if you truly gave up on those, don’t you feel that this surrender leaves you a bit disconnected from something?

From a certain inner knowing?

From the ability to simply trust things as they are?

Don’t you feel you’ve lost a few anchor points that life itself, as life, provides us?

In my experience, without an anchor point, you cannot move a thing!

You cannot generate movement, life.

Any stupid mechanical mechanism knows this, it must have support.

What is support?

A component, a structure, a person, a feeling, a surface - something that bears the weight of another object and prevents it from falling or collapsing, into…

Into doubts, for instance, into hesitation and confusion, which seem to me like traits that characterize certain disconnected people.

I mean, it’s obvious because it’s right there in the name, but the disconnected have no connection, meaning no anchor point, no tangible surface to step on, no person to share a mutual experience with…

I mean, what I’m trying to say, is that the hesitant can hesitate because he exists in a life that isn’t real, he exists in a space of ideas, a space of thoughts, of knowledge he didn’t prove himself…

For example,

What does a hesitant person do when chased by a tiger?

What does a hesitant person do when the sharp teeth of the beast sink into his living flesh?

What idea can manage him at that very moment?

Which truth should he listen to?

Maybe it’s not a real tiger?

Maybe it’s just his anxiety?

Maybe it’s the story he chose to tell himself?

And maybe this tiger deserves to eat him anyway, for everything he did to it as a human being?

Could it be his karma?

If karma even exists?

And why should he speak in terms borrowed from nations that suffered colonization?

And on and on and on, you get it..

Let’s put it this way..

Hesitators!

When you smell smoke, it means there’s a fire, right?

And when you know there’s a fire, because you smelled it yourself, you will probably put it out, run from it, or freeze in place.

This fire is a tangible event happening to you, right now!

You see it, you smell it, you feel its heat boiling the blood in your veins.

This is reality. This is a real experience. That you feel. Nobody needs to tell you about it, and you don’t need to read about it in an article someone wrote, it is simply happening, and you feel it with your entire body.

Now let’s say, and there really is a fire

At this very moment, you stop.

Because you, the hesitators, you probably think you don’t have the right to scream - “Fire, brothers, fire!”.

Why?

Because you don’t believe it’s right to drag other people into your pit, right?

You are used to being alone in this small, crowded pit of yours, the most private and unique experience that only you can understand.

After all, you wouldn’t dare to think that by chance, just by chance, out of your private experience, you could deduce something about the common ground of all humanity.

So in the name of politeness, or in the name of logic, you prefer to remain silent.

You won’t truly obligate anyone, but truly, to go with you.

To run with you.

To escape with you.

You won’t force anyone to smell what you smell, nor see what you see, nor feel what you feel.

You, alone, leave others to stay alone.

You won’t compel the lonely to scream along with you Fire, brothers and sisters, fire!