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Today, a bit of a diversion, but indirectly related to the topic at hand--change in society, and our fear of it. Here's my take on this all too human tendency. If nothing else, this offers a fresh perspective on a disease that has plagued humankind since ancient days: Fear of the dark, the strange, the different. It's said that the primary emotion isn't love, or hunger, or even curiosity, but fear. Without fear and its instinctual protective reaction, none of us would be here. Our species would not have survived the harsh, cold, dangerous early years of our propagation of the planet.
These are different times. Many still believe, some with quite convincing arguments, that we're afraid of the darkness because of its unknown, sinister definitions and depths that trigger some atavistic flight response. This may be true on a cellular, primitive level. But in this advanced, sophisticated level of modern social interaction the opposite appears to be true. We retreat from our own inner convictions when in a gathering of our peers. The reason has nothing to do with darkness. Indeed, if in the same social situation one of our peers were to confess to ignorance of an issue, we'd relish the opportunity to educate them, to shed light on their darkness. But, in the same crowd, if someone stated an obviously flawed opinion about something we feel particularly well versed in, we're reluctant to advance our own opinion, preferring instead to allow darkness to prevail.
The reason we do this is not to avoid hurt feelings; we're afraid of our own power. Afraid of the power of our own light! We know what our own truth is, and we're terrified of it. Unlike our ancient forebears, we're afraid of the light.
Ironically, this fear extends from our earliest reckonings and reasoning, from childhood, when we were truly unafraid to say what we felt and meant, before society had instilled in us a damper to shade our shining inner guide.
It's instructive that a newborn's first reaction is based in fear, and that fear reaction is caused by the infant's first exposure to light. Despite the calm atmosphere of the delivery room, the hushed tones, and calm serenity of the surroundings, the warm, inviting ambiance, we enter the world blinded by the light. We react to it with predictable terror, cringing, crying, attempting to protect ourselves from its demanding presence. This fear of light persists. There's a medical condition called light phobia. But I refer to a different fear of light, one that lasts from birth to eulogy.
We're afraid of the awesome power we possess from the day we're born, the ability to use the light inside of us to make change happen in the world. The ability inherent in everyone to turn the world, to bend the arc of history toward justice and truth, to dance with the light. Think of it: What if an infant were to avoid the social proscriptions that reward the perpetuation of darker motivations and was allowed--encouraged--to promote the light living inside? What if that child was never told, and never learned, of the darkness? What if from childhood we were allowed to proceed with our inner truth, the 'gut feeling' we knew was right, to go forward trusting the light we felt glowing within? What if we were allowed to grow, unaware of the dangers inherent in stating our truth full into the rushing wind? What if we were one of those rare individuals who proclaimed their truth regardless of the prospect of social censure or disdain, stating what we knew in our power to be true? Names of these individuals stand out in history--Christ, Galileo, Paine, Jefferson, Mandela, King, Rosa Parks--What if, like them, we weren't afraid of the light?
We need as adults to reach back to our childhood, and to learn once again to touch the power we know is there, the light we know we're capable of sending forth into our world. There's ample need for it now. Amelia Earhart once said "Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace."
Let's bend the arc of history once more; let's shed our considerable light on the rights of all, and we'll be assured that life can and will grant us that peace.
These are different times. Many still believe, some with quite convincing arguments, that we're afraid of the darkness because of its unknown, sinister definitions and depths that trigger some atavistic flight response. This may be true on a cellular, primitive level. But in this advanced, sophisticated level of modern social interaction the opposite appears to be true. We retreat from our own inner convictions when in a gathering of our peers. The reason has nothing to do with darkness. Indeed, if in the same social situation one of our peers were to confess to ignorance of an issue, we'd relish the opportunity to educate them, to shed light on their darkness. But, in the same crowd, if someone stated an obviously flawed opinion about something we feel particularly well versed in, we're reluctant to advance our own opinion, preferring instead to allow darkness to prevail.
The reason we do this is not to avoid hurt feelings; we're afraid of our own power. Afraid of the power of our own light! We know what our own truth is, and we're terrified of it. Unlike our ancient forebears, we're afraid of the light.
Ironically, this fear extends from our earliest reckonings and reasoning, from childhood, when we were truly unafraid to say what we felt and meant, before society had instilled in us a damper to shade our shining inner guide.
It's instructive that a newborn's first reaction is based in fear, and that fear reaction is caused by the infant's first exposure to light. Despite the calm atmosphere of the delivery room, the hushed tones, and calm serenity of the surroundings, the warm, inviting ambiance, we enter the world blinded by the light. We react to it with predictable terror, cringing, crying, attempting to protect ourselves from its demanding presence. This fear of light persists. There's a medical condition called light phobia. But I refer to a different fear of light, one that lasts from birth to eulogy.
We're afraid of the awesome power we possess from the day we're born, the ability to use the light inside of us to make change happen in the world. The ability inherent in everyone to turn the world, to bend the arc of history toward justice and truth, to dance with the light. Think of it: What if an infant were to avoid the social proscriptions that reward the perpetuation of darker motivations and was allowed--encouraged--to promote the light living inside? What if that child was never told, and never learned, of the darkness? What if from childhood we were allowed to proceed with our inner truth, the 'gut feeling' we knew was right, to go forward trusting the light we felt glowing within? What if we were allowed to grow, unaware of the dangers inherent in stating our truth full into the rushing wind? What if we were one of those rare individuals who proclaimed their truth regardless of the prospect of social censure or disdain, stating what we knew in our power to be true? Names of these individuals stand out in history--Christ, Galileo, Paine, Jefferson, Mandela, King, Rosa Parks--What if, like them, we weren't afraid of the light?
We need as adults to reach back to our childhood, and to learn once again to touch the power we know is there, the light we know we're capable of sending forth into our world. There's ample need for it now. Amelia Earhart once said "Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace."
Let's bend the arc of history once more; let's shed our considerable light on the rights of all, and we'll be assured that life can and will grant us that peace.






