Beyond Mountains, More Mountains

Walking down the streets of midtown Manhattan, I cross eyes with type A personalities everywhere I look. And I think to myself:

I’m a type A who doesn’t judge others! Aren’t I divine?

And aren’t the rest of you also divine? All the free spirits, the different types, the other type As. Well, maybe not the type A people that judge others, I don’t want to be them.

Hold on, maybe I’m not divine!!! I’m a type A who judges other type As, the ones that are judgy. So I’m no longer a type A who doesn’t judge others. Wow, I do judge.

Hold on, what is judgement? I just see them and don’t want to be them. I still love them. I still see how I was them. I still have empathy for them. I just don’t want to be them: I don’t want to be the type A who looks you in the eye from a place of self-superiority. I want to turn off my judgement. By not wanting to be them, am I actually judging them?

Is a tree that is happy being a tree, and doesn’t want to be a river, judging the river? Is a rock that is happy being a rock, judging the tree?

We have more choice than the rocks trees and rivers, but we are still all perfect. Choice & Judgement are twins, but we can separate them. Choice to not follow a path, without judgement, is rare, but possible.

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The paradox appears: all is perfect and yet I must act to change it.

This reduces down to the paradox of the world being perfect but also wanting to act out of compassion– see Shakti Mhi’s Enigma of Self Realization