The profundity of this truth is why we turn away from it, age after age. Being one with all things is what we suppress out of both fear and the narcissistic pull of ego — yet always we crave it when our guard is down, or our ambition has driven us to that place of high loneliness in setting ourselves apart.
Our chosen economic system now enshrines this last desperate grab for control and discreteness. It’s not working because it cannot work — being fundamentally at odds with the reality of unity. We defy it at our peril, but deny the possibility of peril via ever increasing hubris wrought by technological advancement.
We’re so enamored with our own sophistication that it blinds us to our very base ignorance about basic reality. It seems by turns too simple to even bother, or too complicated to deal with a wholly existential nature of oneness in a society that is teetering on the brink of falling away from even democracy and the procedural “inefficiencies” we perceive in taking all perspectives into real account.
It may seem glib to end this with a recognition that in the 60s, we came actually close to recognizing reality culturally via collective experience of psychedelic drugs among much else — but it’s a serious assertion. In my own experience there is nothing that compares to the power of entheogenic substance to directly unite an individual soul to the humility of the vast spacetime we inhabit — in various cultures it has been the Sacrament. White people historically can’t hang — Timothy Leary was excommunicated from academia for it, which closed a massively important door for many decades. We’re not really on any path to recovery, but we should be — in light of the death of nothingness among much else.