“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.”
The things we take to be opposites are actually false dichotomies.
Hate does not oppose love. It is the ways in which our love is limited that hate is then kindled. If we love something and that love is limited then we may end up hating something as a result. Hate is the fire of love when it ceases to see clearly.
Ugliness is not the opposite of art or even beauty. The mark of true beauty is that it knows no opposite. Cut it and it bleeds honesty. It is fearless in its innocence. Ugliness is only possible where there is confusion, judgment, and misidentification. If it can be said that art has any purpose, it is to restore clarity through the language that transforms communication into communion.
Faith is not about rules and regulations. It is about the heart’s rawness. One person may find faith in a certain symbolic perspective on this experience of being an individual in a universe. Another may find another symbolic perspective to be similarly moving. But the unspeakable and unknowable beingness is out of reach by all perspectives. And yet it disagrees with none of them.
Sooner or later we will all have to outgrow our perspectives. The Truth in the end, in the beginning, and now, knows no opposite. There is no such thing as sin or heresy.
Life and death are just processes given names rooted in a linear context. If one were to momentarily suspend the identification with an individual, it becomes apparent that all is just an interdependent unfolding. Birth is formation. Death is transformation. And from transformation arises formation.
It never ends because it never began, not unlike the way a dream never begins.
All of this is naked to the heart’s eye. But it is indifference that closes the eye. It is indifference that tells us lies. Indifference makes us think we are safe, that death and all the bad things are far away, and that all that matters are the Good Things(™).
Indifference is how the news can desensitize us while telling us what to think and how to react. It is how random fucking billboards can sell us on shit we never needed to care about. And its how we feel when we look at “strangers”. It is how it is possible to order drone strikes from behind a desk half a world away.
We can learn from our mistakes of hate and ugliness and death. But we cannot learn from something to which we willingly blind ourselves.
Do not confuse indifference with unattachment. To be unattached means to allow things to fall apart and come together. To be indifferent means to trade aliveness for Life(™).