I THINK, THEREFORE I LOVE
Descartes walks into a café and orders a coffee. The waitress asks, “Would you like cream with that?” He strokes his goatee and ponders, then thoughtfully replies, “I think not,” …and disappears.
I get it when people are uncomfortable with deep thought, and I get it when they don’t choose to go there, but I don’t understand it when people make fun of it, as though deep thought is dumb, or non-communicative, or “won’t sell.” It’s fascinating, really. If you don’t think, you won’t thrive. Maybe that’s part of the deal about having the mind of Christ. We are body, soul, and mind, (according to Plato’s clever assessment of a human being), and we humans need the discipline of nurturing all three. When we take care of all aspects of ourselves, we feel better, function better, and make a greater difference in the world. When we don’t take care of our whole selves, we become like pinballs, shooting out of some prescribed abyss with no purpose or aim other than to score as high as we can and make the bells and whistles go off, only to fall back into the same dark hole. I want more. I want meaning. I want purpose, and I don’t believe I can find that purpose by making it all about my personal score card. NOT thinking tends to reduce us to little fat babies whining for our basic needs to be met. Seen Maslow’s hierarchy of need lately? Reflection, on the other hand, brings meaning to the clichéd lives we all live, brings intention to the individual activities we race around doing, so that our uniqueness as persons facilitates our unity as people.
The thing that fulfills me the most is to share the sky. There is room for us all to dance, and it’s alot more fun together. But irony upon irony, if you don’t take care of yourself first, you won’t be able to keep up with the celestial ballet. And it really is all in your head. You have to be mindful. That’s where the habits start. You have to pay attention to life a certain way. Otherwise fat baby takes back over as you splash around in the shallow waters where timid hearts like to frolic. So take care of yourself even though it’s not about me, me, me, or getting attention, or looking out for number one. It’s about being your personal best, which will inspire others to the same. It’s not a competition or an ego trip. It’s about loving what you do for the love of doing it, and then giving it away. Music taught me this. Once you hear my song, it is no longer mine alone. Now it is ours.
Was there a hint of sarcasm in Edie Brickell’s song What I Am when she said, “choke me in the shallow water before I get too deep?” Heck with status quo. I’ll take the ocean.