Birds of the Field

Alfred North Whitehead, in the early pages of “Reality and Process” defines “Creativity” as the “universal of universals.” (p. 21) He goes on to elaborated that the “ultimate metaphysical principle is the advance from disjunction to conjunction.” That conjunction rests under the term “together.” Every Thing, every Being is together. (It is no small accident that colloquial usage has the phrase “get it together” when referring to a person disassembled by the gravity or intensity of a situation. “Together” presumes an experiemce of “one,” the “singularity of an entity.”

I experience myself as together. Myself as an infinite number of disparate elements held together in as a develop singular identity. According to Whitehead, that means I am Created. My infinite uniqueness is the product past, present and future of a creating force which conjoins into Me (my singularity) elements from the palatte of diversity. I experience at the deepest level of my Being that I am Created. The prime experience is the experience of being a created thing in process from disjunction to conjunction.

Religion is born from this experience. Religion gives name to the search for an understanding to that Creative force. There is only one question for me as a human being I consider worth answer: To what degree, if any, does the forces responsible for Things…for Me…have a disposition toward me and my ultimate conjunction as One which has been previously termed Happiness. Does Creativity want Me happy? Does it want Me at all or is it simply a force activated without disposition?

The Christian Bible offers the following from the Gospel of Matthew:

26 Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? 27 Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?

28 “So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; 29 and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will Henot much more clothe you, O you of little faith?

31 “Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For after all these things the Gentiles seek. For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. 33 But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.

Creativity here cares not simply for me but for Every One in the disjunctive complexity of all that is. Each Thing is significant. Including Me. Including You. Including It. Christianity is not the only example of this, but I mention it because it is the one with which I am most familiar.

Science attributes none of this disposition to Creativity. Creativity has no name or face. It simply creates…iterates again and again and again. It is Force pure and simple. And any need for such a disposition from that Force on my part originates as a need from me and bot the experience of an existential togetherness between Creativity and the Created.

There is only one question that needs answering from the the perspective of Me: Is Crestivity disposed toward Me or not? The next level of questions result in morality: Does the fact, or not, of Creativity’s disposition toward me demand that I be disposed in an ethos of caring about any and every other One that is Other to me in this diverse complexity of All that Is?

To summarize: is Caring built into the system or not? Should I give a fuck? Should I feel gratitude…be thankful…that caring underpins the very experience of Being, or is gratitude complete and utter foolishness?