In my funeral farewell I have wanted to write that I have no more importance than a grain of sand in the Sahara. Each of us the same. Yet, as grains of sand relating to each other, we do have transcient importance. We grieve over the death of another grain of sand that we’ve gotten to know. Is this soppy stupidity?
Well, yes and no. It’s a fine Buddhist thought to come to terms with the idea of non-attachment, but in order to do so we ultimately have to shed our programmed human natures. This includes derogating what our culture celebrates as noble attributes–such as compassion for others.
I like to keep one foot in our innate humanity, one foot in the existential idea of non attachment, and not allow that seeming contradiction to trouble me.