Take heart… there is Hope!
http://peterrollins.net/?p=2818
by Peter Rollins
posted 6/5/11
http://peterrollins.net/?p=2818
by Peter Rollins
posted 6/5/11
I remember, when I was young, reading a short story by the great Philip K. Dick about a man who discovers that insects are highly evolved beings intent on destroying humanity. If I remember correctly the insects communicate to one another through a form of ESP that the man is suddenly able to pick up.
He gains this unusual skill purely by accident late one evening while sitting in his house. The insects that he overhears quickly realise this and immediately send out a message to millions of other insects, telling them that the man must die.
Within a matter of seconds a mass of insects start appearing from everywhere. They ooze out of cracks in the wall, they slide through the slit beneath the door, and they flood from the gaps between the floorboards.
But just as it would seem that everything is lost dozens of spiders drop down from the ceiling and form a circle around the terrified man. One of these spiders addresses him saying, “You have discovered that the insects of the world are here to destroy humanity, but don’t worry we spiders have been placed here to protect you”.
The vast sea of insects edge ever closer as the spiders close ranks around the distraught man.
“Is there any hope?” he cries as the insects circle around him in their millions.
“It’s difficult to say,” replies one of the spiders, “there are so many of them. But we think there might be hope, so be courageous”
Soon the insects reach the circle of spiders and begin the overrun them.
Again the man pleads to the spiders, asking if there is any hope and again they reply with a cautious “yes”.
More minutes pass and soon the insects are crawling all over the man, millions of them. They begin to overrun his body and sliver into his various orifices.
“What’s happening” chokes the man to one of the few remaining spiders, “I thought you said there was hope”
“There is,” replies the spiders, “I promise that there is.”
“But I am dying” he shouts with his last breath, “they are killing me.”
“Oh” replied the spider, before succumbing to the flood of insects, “I’m sorry, but we never meant that there was hope you. We mean that there might just be hope for your species.”
As I reflect upon this story I am reminded of how much I want there to be hope for me… for my circle of friends… for my life. But perhaps this very narrow understanding of hope is not only misguided, but actually oppressive.
For there is a necessary shadow side to the belief that there is hope for me as I face my own demise and it is the sense that there really is no hope at all. These are not two separate realities but rather intimately tied to one another as heat is to light. Both of these feelings are centred upon me and focus upon my tightly bounded circle of reality.
But there can be a profound sense of peace as we expand the concept of hope beyond ourselves and the idea of our own longevity. Whether or not we will persist as an individual is not settled one way or the other when we expand our understanding of hope but rather becomes irrelevant (whether one believes in it or not). Rather we find a certain comfort in seeing ourselves as part of something much bigger, as participating in the ongoing manifestation of life herself. And that, whether or not there is any hope for us, there might just be hope for life, hope that she will eternally spring forth from the dark void of nothingness.
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