It’s been said that in order to write, one must read. And I get it. Not only do you learn how to compose by seeing other styles of writing and how words flow together, but you get ideas. And there are lots of ideas floating about out there.
In the context of freedom of speech, which of course includes the written word, 17th Century philosophers espoused (and supreme court justices later stole) the concept of the “marketplace of ideas.” Similar to a free market approach to the economy, it is believed that the “truth” will emerge from the competition of ideas in a free, transparent, public discourse.
Of course, the definition of “truth” may vary from person to person, and any given “truth,” more often than not, reflects what a person believes to be true, not some objective, measurable fact. One could also argue about “transparency” and just who controls the information circling about out there, but that discussion is a trek I don’t wish to embark upon for the moment.
Belief. Now that’s where I’m headed today.
Down that dusty, winding trail of our individual existence. Do you believe you chose that trail? Your life trajectory. Or was it chosen for you?
How did you get on your course? Arrive at your destination? Connect to the next dot on the map?
Did you consciously direct all of your actions to lead you to the mountain precipice you stand on today? Or did some sort of fate, or unseen forces, act as your movie director coaching out your screenplay? Lights! Camera! Action!
And what’s next?
Do you believe in coincidence? Just how is it that certain doors open and others slam shut? Have you arrived where you thought you would?
That’s a lot of questions to ponder, but when I think back there have been multiple times in my life when I was sure I heading in a certain direction and something intervened. I guess the question there becomes whether that intervention was self-generated or not.
On at least three occasions, there was a traumatic turn of events that resulted in me totally reinventing myself. Finding a different path. But it always seemed, in hindsight, that I ended up where I supposed to be.
If you don’t believe in coincidence, and I don’t, then what happened? Was this some form of destiny? Is it by spiritual design? Do you find yourself wondering what would have happened if you had gone in a different direction? Or maybe, have you pondered, did you even have a choice? Would all roads have led to the current path you’re on?
And now I suppose we’ve circled back to belief.
Did our souls choose this course before assuming this bodily experience? Do we have “soul contracts” to fulfill while we are here? And once completed, are we then released from this physical form that wanders the planet? Finally reach escape velocity.
Do we get to go “home”? To that plain of spiritual bliss.
What is your truth about your trajectory?
Photo: Back in the 90’s I was lucky to witness a night launch of the Space Shuttle. Here it is, on a trajectory to reach escape velocity. Interesting concept. Breaking the bonds of the gravitational pull of the planet. And then if orbit is established, it falls back towards the Earth at the same speed the Earth rotates away from it 🙂