|Philip Kirkland // “The id and the Superego”
Super Powers / Super Egos
There is a wolf at the door.
My shaky hand, reaches, grasping for the lock, the gut wrenchingly close momentary lapse of motor skills, shake, turn, rattle. It is too late. The barrier is flung open. In horror, peering hopelessly in the darkness towards the trespasser… staring back… it is me.
After the givers of the land populated the Earth and self-regulated borders not much unlike those of wolves and other territorial species. The “pack” needed to maintain a balance with the ecosystem in order to ensure survival. And then something interesting happened – the human began to think of extending survival peripherals of territories by way of preserving food energies. The transition to “takers” was almost seamless. Domesticating the Earth as well as many beings upon it for our exciting manifest “destiny.” And the game: it did work! As we grew and grew, and grew across the planet as a species, we showed much resilience that shared by very few other species before us in the face of natural disasters and those created by our own hands.
And so these human Earthlings defined their current era as the 21st century. In it, the discoveries outwardly were immeasurable. Conquering most elements which should have decimated us long before. And the ever-pessimist self proclaimed “realist” lurks in the shadows for the day it catches up with us. And maybe they are right. Maybe the human race is set for a self destruction of its own doing, or of the living organism of Mother Earth’s doing. Probably.
But what if it is not all lost? If indeed the system of this reproductive planet on which we inhabit; what if the fruits it barred were designed for a higher order? That each successive paradigm shift in evolution, jumped to a higher design on purpose, even if it meant the eventual self-destruction of the whole. After all, each system of life within this Universe is an energy cycle that will see a birth, an orgasmic climax, and an eventual complete destruction. What if we were members of a collective inter-species dance and our species simply forgot the Universal language, but yet was so close to rediscovery (cramming for the final) until our eventual vaporization?
If for a moment we entertained the thought that planetary implosion was not in fact a “bad” label, might we understand that the stage on which we play our roles are really just for practice and ultimately for entertainment? And to humor the analogy further, might we be able to laugh, grin, and gasp a sense of relief until the curtains draw down. The actors who have perished in the final scenes all have sauntered out from back stage to deliver their bow of appreciation for this game of actor and audience and our respective roles. Whew, It was all just a play after all.
And now when we look out the door with expectancy of witnessing the wolf, our own reflection startles us. Those world “leaders” sent as a “majority agreement” to act upon a collective will of higher good are showing us the third act. Where the honeymoon is over and their true colors come forward as the story certainly must progress to keep us at the edge of our seats, right? But what if the audience was out of line? What if it is WE who are forgetting our role in this grand facade? Maybe we took it too serious. We started wearing convincing expressions of distress for how this play will shape in the end. Is it not US who are breaking the rules of agreement of participation?
In order to truly interact with these phenomenal actors, we must play our respective roles. Though the “relief” we might be hoping for in the show may not come soon enough (or perhaps at all) it is our duty to maintain the “calm” of the collective. To reject the “reality” of what the actors hope to inflict upon us. For after all, the entire dance of this show relies on a steady balance between us all. And the ultimate understanding that this is all just a show.