A flower and fate

Something so amazingly beautiful is a flower. It is said that Buddha illuminated one of his disciples just by show him a flower. (I thought it was Boddhidharma, but I was some centuries wrong. There should be a good version of this story... somewhere in the Net :P) Who knows how it was, but flowers always remember me that the order in which things happen is perfect.

A flower, any flower, with its beautiful colors, textures and shapes. Who designed something like that? But let’s not get into that polemic about creation vs. evolution and that kind of stuff. Just let’s consider those charming life forms were already there when we arrived and since then they keep ephemerally appearing by themselves. If such a thing can just happen then that occurrence must follow a very precise plan.

Can we extend the flower’s case to anything it happens in this world? Many will say: “Not, because you’ve gotta see all these ugly, unpleasant an evil things there are in this crappy planet” (Many of them sometimes overreact) The fact is that pretty/ugly, like it/don’t like it, good/evil and all of their buddies, in essence have nothing to do with “this” being perfect or not.


But, if sometimes it’s just not good for us, then why it is perfect?

Every thing has its own nature due to the facts that preceded it. The human conflict with this fact has to do with which in itself has been intended to do in order to supposedly alter that nature; not because it’s wrong, but because it does not satisfy him.


Do we own our destiny?

Yes, we make our own destiny, but it is determined and we cannot change it. The anger of many people about this idea has to do with the pessimist and/or conformist connotation it seems to carry. This is because of the fear of future. But our destiny is our whole life, not only that unknown strip of tomorrow. Why to worry about something we don’t even know? In any case, lots of factors have acted already, some of them known, some of them ignored; yet there’s no doubt “something” will be to happen.


So, there’s no chance?

Chance is a label for our ignorance of the facts that happens. Nevertheless a justifiable ignorance as one only fact is attributable to the rest of the other facts. Your birth, for example, is related with the fact the Earth was conveniently positioned near the sun, so in the end your birth could have to do with the explosion son-of-a-three trillions ago of a celestial body with another and after successive chain reactions, lots of black holes, evolutions, implosions and more explosions, a few planets ended surrounding a fire star called Sun. But well, the true is certainty shows itself when the most immediate facts are evident.



But how does it work?!

In the absolute wholeness there’s no place for differentiation of phenomena: there is no shape. However, the absolute wholeness pretends to lack, to have voids, which gives movement and shape their reality. It’s like a traffic jam: that metal worm cannot change unless we take some cars away.

By pretending not to be (an absolute wholeness) a continuous transformations of phenomena begins: galaxies taking form, planets spinning, life on Earth evolving... But all that does not happen in a crazy and isolated disorder. Why? because all that phenomena is related within itself and altogether “form a form” which is the same “appearance of not to be”

It’s like the atemporal wholeness were saying: “I will make as though I have a beginning and an end: I will pretend there is Time” Then it split itself in another personality that simulates moving but since it does not move, the order in which it has placed all of those differentiated phenomena is just motionless; hence nothing within the sequence of facts (our life, for example) lacks of determination. It’s like an Earth globe: the map is the same, no matter how it may look when we make it spin. That shape, product of transformations of phenomena, it is as well to call it Fate.

For all I have said before, when I feel lost in my life, I look at a flower and think something like “well, such a wonderful thing has make it without too much complication”


A little epilogue: humm... excuse me, I’d like to add a few verses to the matter if you don’t mind :P

Planets are so idle,
They just let themselves rotate...
and cosmic order goes on.

Nov 22, 2005 (El jardín lúgubre)