I don’t know which one is more insane, to make a distinction where there is actually none, or to make no distinction over matters of discernment?
We humans are creatures of habits, and habits, are methods to categorise things,lives, issues, tasks, work, computer folders, accounts, etc, etc. We have to organize things, and we like things to be organized.
Of course if we do this on an excessive basis, then we risk becoming psychotic and starts to split everything up, even in things which does not need to. This is more acute in issues concerning the qualitative aspects of life, like what time spent having dinner, playing with kids, and sleeping. We have a schedule to follow, and sometimes we become suckers for it. the schedule becomes us. Our generation is getting psychotic keeping things neatly segmented and segregated, everything has to be obsessively planned and all hell breaks loose when things don’t go our way.
Well, then how far on the other spectrum can we go? Say can we gloss over the differences and just treat everything as one? Then the scientists will not be able to dissect the brain and make out the distinctive parts which controls our thoughts, logic and emotions. We will not be bothered over water and ice, since hey! they are all but the same thing! when actually they are not, well, in a physics sense. so if we treat everything the same, and there is no difference in money, why don’t you give me all of your money, or vice versa?
It’s insane and so ‘duh!’ to even raise this, of course there is a difference!
So Where IS the difference? Where IS the similarities?!
We tear ourselves apart trying to make a distinction that sets us apart, and we tear ourselves apart asking ourselves, so what?
No easy questions to sleep over.
Personally I seem to sway towards the indifference part, as I align myself as part of the universe, and the universe is a part of me. It is just as crazy either way, so I decide on the lesser of the 2 evil.
This probably stems a lot from my Aikido education as I try not to see my Uke as separate from me. Attack and defense are all but the same. There is stillness in movement and movement in stillness. Call it Zen, or what, embracing this give me a sense of humming peace. Slowly I melt my life into one seamless tread of life, where all are included and including me.