The Tennessee Valley Unitarian Universalist Church was the very first church I ever went to on purpose. I only went a couple of times, but it was a major milestone on my early spiritual path.
This morning a man walked into the church during a children’s play and opened fire with a shotgun. He killed one adult and injured seven more, six of which may or may not make it.
I really have no words.
We get hung up on our dualities. We want something to be either this or that. But what about this and that? Or neither this nor that? What about what is bigger than categories? What about what Is?
Is holds union and division. Is was neither ecstasy nor agony. Is will be only death and only birth. Is could have been either destruction or creation. Is was never related to linear or cyclical. Is needs to be explicitly literal and never metaphorical, except it doesn’t. Is encompasses both freedom and fate. Is used to be both personal or universal. Is resembles material nor ethereal. Is is and is isn’t.
I am interested in our dualities but I am also interested in Is.
The map requires the territory. The medium loves the message.
