There is a certain order in the Universe.
I know it looks random and capricious, but it looks that way because of your lack of respect, lack of looking again.
Human nature is to think that what you do in one area, like fixing what you think is wrong, doesn't effect the whole, and it will be OK.
But human interference in the order of things forces a kind of phenomenon that is a lot like wounds in war... Some are mortal.
Human aspirations, what humans think is the order or things and what IS the order of things are vastly different. All of human activity, for the past many thousands of years, has been wounding and wounding the planet and it is questionable if the planet could still heal itself, if humanity were removed.
As in the micro so is in the macro.
Humans cause vast desertification... That is the macro.
In micro, they cause natural ways of being to erode... like love, affinity, harmony, intimacy. Joy.
It's like a dance. If one party is forceful, he steps on the partner's toes, drags her, jerks her, it stops being a dance and it is more like a rape. Violence.
Unless you, personally, can detect the natural movements, the natural rhythm of Life, and dance with it without stepping on Life's toes, life can be harmonious for you.
Being in harmony with life is the source of joy. Nothing manmade, none of the things you would put on a vision board, or put on your goal list.
Those, the vision board, the goals, are all violent, all raping devices... and even if you manage to force life to match your vision board, there is no harmony, there is no joy.
It is not easy for a human.
The basic characteristic of humans is violent arrogance. Of non-conformance. Of 'I want what I want, and I don't want what I don't want', 'I want things to be the way I want them.'
The source of misery, the source of wretchedness, the source of no joy.
Does it have anything to do with the DNA? Yes.
Does having too many predatory genes? Maybe. Too few? yes.
That's interesting.
I was, as a person, more forceful when I had no predatory genes. I had no trust... It takes tremendous trust to not react. To not try to fix everything. To not have to do the big dog...
It seems that three predatory genes allow one to have trust, if other component of the DNA cooperate.
As long as a person sees themselves an object in a world of objects, always in danger, always threatened, they cannot have trust.
And even on my level of consciousness, it takes work to not consider minor things deadly... To not react to everything like it is going to kill me. No not jump into: this is wrong and it needs to be fixed hysterics.
That there is nothing wrong in reality and therefore there is nothing to fix.
It is not so much that we consider others objects. It is more that we, humans, consider ourselves objects, vulnerable, non-organic even.
We look at our bodies, our personalities, our everything as if it were made of glass, or made of sugar, and every action can break it or melt it... pick your feelings about yourself.
I remember distinctly when I decided that I can take it. Decided that I can take whatever life throws at me.
I didn't think through why, but looking back I could see, or maybe feel that I am self-healing. Self-healing, without having to do the healing. That my body, my soul are self-healing.
And so far they have been.
For I while, when the going was really really tough, I had a visual of myself as the bounce-back doll...
the doll that always rights itself. And I did. I bounced back.
But it seems to be part of homo sapiens' nature to always behave as if it were the end of the world...