What makes the human being so „extraordinary“? Is there anything at all, which could support this idea or is this thought only from the megalomania of an animal, which otherwise could not grant itself any right to exist?
Yes, there is. There is something that makes us „extraordinary“. What makes us „special“ in our part of the universe, on our earth at least. I didn’t believe it myself for a long time and always had to smile when I heard such statements. Yes, yes, you would like to have that. The human being something special. Of course.
But then I realized it at some point:
We are made especially by our pervasive survival mode. Our ever-present fear of death. Our perpetual struggle alone against everything else. Our perception of separation. Our loneliness. Our sanity.
And we are made special by being able to go beyond that fear and decide to face death for something that benefits neither us, nor our species, nor our family, but perhaps someone or something completely foreign.
What makes us special is this knowledge of these extremes. The irrepressible hatred directed against everything, which is born from the insatiable fear of loneliness. And our complete devotion through the knowledge of the One. Our devotion to the sense.
What makes us special is our consciousness, which is fed and formed from these two sources of extremes. Which is thereby enabled to extinguish itself and everything existing in the insane lonely excess – or which dissolves itself in the unity in the knowledge of the meaning – – or which finds the middle and „acts“ „divinely“. That „in the knowledge of the One“ „separates and joins together on earth“ and thus devotedly serves everything and the One….
The consciousness of the human being stands at an interface, at a boundary surface or line where the hard matter meets with the non-being of the soul and mixes. This mixing is what is generally called „spirit“.
It is often turbulent at interfaces. The wind blows over the oceans and the surface of the water beats meter-high waves… This is our fate: There in this mixture, in this spray and this wild up and down – or above in the ethereal heights of the atmosphere or deep in the darkness at the black bottom of the sea under the deadly ton load of the water…