He is addressing the elderly, his father apparently in particular, but all of us can be inspired by his words, perhaps – I now propose – in a very different way.
This image will help grow our understanding. A man stands alone by his open window with a bucket. All night he scoops and heaves, until morning comes when he sighs with relief, puts down his bucket, and pronounces with proud satisfaction: “I finally got all the darkness out of this room!”
He’s insane, we would say. But maybe his irrational actions describe modern human function, ignorant of the way life really works.
Ernest Hemingway wrote The Sun Also Rises
, choosing his title from a phrase in the Bible that can simultaneously provoke both despair and optimism. Despair because we can do nothing to slow or halt the march of time through natural cycles that bring us inevitably to our human death, and optimism because the sun rises without our labor.
We don’t have to shovel darkness out of our room. If that’s true, what’s ours to do?
Imagine again that you are The Force. Connect even deeper with this idea that you and I are something fundamentally different than we have thought and that we are naturally capable of expressing the power of creation, not as a force separate from ourselves that sustains a world of separation but as the essence of ourselves that weaves together a world of connection.
That’s quite a sentence. I’ll re-read it myself, you might want to do the same.
Now, in this moment beyond time and space as I write and you read, we each have the same opportunity to experience this reality. As the words appear on screen or page, as meaning dawns, something is happening that has nothing to do with the ticking of a man-made clock.
I am, you are, flowing in the universal stream of life that can never be described to the satisfaction of a disconnected human mind, but can
be experienced by the One that is learning to use that mind.
I am, you are, The Force. The Force is both light and dark. The dark side of The Force is as natural as the light side. In fact, we all emerged from the darkness of our mother’s wombs. And we sleep in darkness every night.
Imagine embracing the dark, accepting that we live in darkness and emerge into light, day after day. I can feel the difference this concept makes right now. My shoulders relax. A smile tugs at my mouth. I notice a long slow breath relaxing my whole body.
I am not the light.
I do not have to perform, to make something of myself, to win, to succeed. And I do not need to fear the dark, the loss of all that I have done and the loss, in death, of who I have mistakenly believed myself to be.
I am immortal, but only in this moment of light and dark. I am, you are, we are … The Force.