Sunday, April 6, 2014

Foster Harmony

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Foster Harmony

Of the four major tenets of Distilled Harmony, Foster Harmony is first because it has to be first. It has to be first because it speaks most directly to Distilled Harmony’s primary obligation to seek and live in resonance with the harmony of the universe. And, as we explored in the previous discussion, the harmony of the universe goes back to the string, the smallest, most elemental entity in the universe; an infinitesimal vibrating string that underlies the symphony that is existence.  It is our joy, our challenge, to craft a life that resonates with that symphony.

But, as we all know, you cannot achieve harmony with one note.  I remember back in grade school when we had "music," a piece of the elementary curriculum that seems to be being driven out by the mistaken belief that music brings nothing to our current obsession with math and science.  But let's leave that issue for another time.  When we had "music" - which was mostly singing - we would all be relieved when, at the top of the page in our song book, we would see: "To be sung in unison."  Unison meant we all sang the same notes. There was safety in unison because you could sort of sneak into each note and slide up or down the scale depending upon what you heard around you. Don't get me wrong, unison can be beautiful, especially when stripped down to the purity of one lovely voice singing a beautiful melody.  Think opera. Think an aria.  Think of that one voice stretching beyond what should be humanly possible. So, yes, there can be beauty in unison, just not harmony.

And then there is Enya.  It is easy to put Enya into a musical pigeon hole:  Irish roots with her family in the group Clannad, a beautiful voice, sometimes almost too beautiful, too pure.  But what makes Enya unique is not her voice or her family history. Rather, she is unique in the way in which she makes her music. While she works with a producer and lyricist, everything that you hear on an Enya recording, the vocals, the instruments, the percussion, it is all done, created, sung, played by Enya herself. Track layered over track over track.  She says that the song Angeles, on her album Shepherd Moons has about 500 layered vocal tracks. Plus all the instrumental tracks. In this guise, Enya is harmony, the far more complex, intertwined vision that is created when note after note after note weave their way into chords that become increasingly rich and varied.  

That is what the tenet Foster Harmony asks us to do with our lives. It asks that we bend every aspect of our lives, each note of each moment of each day into a rich and varied composition that echoes, and adds to, the overarching harmony of existence.  

Each tenet of Distilled Harmony carries a behavioral component – a “thou shalt” or “shalt not” implied by the tenet.  The third tenet of Distilled Harmony is Distill Complexity. That tenet exhorts us to create a parsimonious, a precise, a clear path to understanding and creating a life in harmony with the universe. In keeping with that notion, as I discuss each of the tenets, I will try to provide a concise behavioral directive or objective that lies at the core of each one.  

For Foster Harmony the behavioral directive is: be gentle, be nice.

It sounds simple, but is, in reality, often very difficult.  As a species, we seem inclined to act in ways that are anything but gentle and nice. The path of human history has been - from the dusty days of prehistory to this morning’s headlines - a bloody one.  I'm not sure where we find an explanation; perhaps it lies in our mostly carnivorous past, or in our hyper-competitive present.  Still somewhere, particularly for the male of the species, and certainly for the corporation or the nation state, to be gentle or to be nice has become synonymous with being weak.  

The truth, of course, is quite the opposite.  Nowadays it takes little strength or courage to push a button that ends lives thousands of miles away. But sitting down with someone who finds you loathsome and finding, with them, a path to mutual harmony - that requires strength and resourcefulness - and practice.

To foster harmony in our interactions with others, we need to understand the nature of our own chord, the center of our own being.  And that starts with our DNA.  Even if we drifted off to sleep in biology, we have all watched enough NCIS or CSI episodes to know that our DNA resides in every cell in our body, and so it follows that our DNA is repeated billions of times throughout our body. What we often fail to think about, is the fact that our DNA - at its most basic level - rests on billions more tiny vibrating strings.  So that we are, literally, made of music - a chord that is ourselves, making us a walking talking symphony.  That seems incredibly complex and totally beyond our control. Are we merely the accidental, yet predetermined, result of our DNA?

No, not at all.  Our DNA is like the first note of the first bar of the first track that Enya lays down when creating a new composition.  As we live our lives, we too lay down countless tracks; tracks that tune and refine who we are. So while our DNA declares us to be utterly unique, an N of one in all the universe, it does not mandate the nature of the final composition.  Recent epigenetic research confirms that we reconstruct our DNA with our every thought and action. And while much research is yet to be done in this area, with the exception of severe genetic defects, it seems that our DNA is simply the physical score upon which we inscribe our chord - as I said, Enya's first note. And then, after that first note, that is where free will and personal choice come to the fore.

Foster Harmony asks us to make particular types of choices -  harmonic ones.

You have no doubt met what I call the Eeyore people - named after the donkey in AA Milne's timeless Winnie the Pooh.  Consider this iconic interaction:

“Good morning, Eeyore," said Pooh.
"Good morning, Pooh Bear," said Eeyore gloomily. "If it is a good morning, which I doubt," said he.
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can't all, and some of us don't. That's all there is to it."
"Can't all what?" said Pooh, rubbing his nose.
"Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush.” 

Eeyore people don't merely see the glass of existence as half empty.  Rather, they refuse to acknowledge that there even is a glass.  For the Eeyores of the world, life is an atonal soup, "without form, and void" to steal a line from Genesis.  Foster Harmony says "Do not be that donkey, do not be that person."  Be instead the person who advocates for, and reflects in your own behavior, the harmony of existence.  It would be, of course, callow and naive to attempt to see all of life's challenges as containing, somewhere, a hidden overflowing mug of gaiety. But it is equally erroneous to see monsters under every bed, a plot behind each new workplace initiative, a nefarious agenda driving all personal interactions. 

Do not be that person. Be gentle. Be nice. Foster Harmony.


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Tuesday, April 1, 2014

The Labyrinth of My Mind

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The fact that I cannot recall exactly where I read it is symptomatic of the condition.  If it comes to me, I'll share it with you, but the source isn't all that important - it is the idea. I notice it in myself, so no doubt others do as well.  Someone will ask a simple question or make a rather innocuous statement. They will then look at me - anticipating some sort of response.  But I am elsewhere.  The question or statement has sent me off into the labyrinth of my mind.  So they just keep talking.  By the time I am ready to respond to their question about the issue of Japanese whaling, we are off to a discussion of when the Thomas boy, bless his heart, will get out of reform school.

I've read those books on memory that advise you to construct a "memory mansion" or some such thing. You have a room for various memories - say a birthday room. And in the birthday room is a large roll top desk with lots of little colored drawers.  Aunt Matilda's birthday is in the blue drawer because she had blue eyes.  You open the drawer and there is a slip of paper that says "June 5th." Ta da.  Aunt M's birthday is June 5th.  I have no such mansion.

I have this labyrinth where I have been stuffing things for 65 years.  Countless novels chuck full of characters and plotlines, the names of tens of thousands of students, ideas - good and bad, faces, sensations, tastes, magazine articles, TV shows, movies, magic moments, terrible times, friends, lovers, enemies, pets, meals, pictures, paintings, poems, characters I have portrayed . . . everything that makes up my life is there in the labyrinth of my mind.

The article - the title, author, and source of which I cannot currently recall - is lying about in there in the labyrinth, and points out the obvious: The labyrinth started out as a simple pattern: Dad, Mom, Food, Awake, Asleep, Clean, Messy.  That was it.  As we grow we toss more and more stuff into the labyrinth.  The "build a mansion" folks are advocating existential compartmentalization. I have trouble with that. It is the worldview that lets Michael Corleone take communion while his minions are off slaughtering the competition. It is the worldview that lets us do things in one room of the mansion which are unacceptable in another. The labyrinth admits, actually insists, that everything is connected. It is not as neat as the mansion, but it is more truthful. It asserts that all the stuff in the labyrinth has to answer to the four tenets of Distilled Harmony: Foster Harmony, Enable Beauty, Distill Complexity, and Oppose Harm. Some of the stuff in my labyrinth, especially the early stuff, doesn't measure up too well. But then that was before the labyrinth had yielded up the idea of Distilled Harmony, which I can trace back to sometime around the turn of the millennium which was when, maybe in the fall of the year . . . . oops, see what I mean?

There is a lot of data processing to do when someone asks you "What do you think about that Danish zoo where they killed the giraffe, fed it to the lions, and then killed the lions to make way for a new dominant male lion!?  Is that crazy or what?"  You don't just say "Totally." or "That."  The reality is more along the lines of "Excuse me, I need to hit the labyrinth for a while."

The article goes on to explore why younger brains tend to have more simplistic labyrinths.  They don't use those words, but that is the general idea. Younger brains just have less stuff to sort through since the seminal days of Dad, Mom, Food, Awake, Asleep, Clean, and Messy. So younger brains come to "the truth as I see it" more quickly than do folks with larger labyrinths to sort through.  Hence the young, the quick, and the facile are seen as "smarter" than Uncle George who seems to spend inordinate amounts of time thinking about "simple things," like industrial robots, or fracking.  I do need to point out, however, that it strikes me that age is not the sole factor in determining the size of the labyrinth.  For the labyrinth to grow you have to keep putting stuff in there.  If you spend all day at a mind-numbing job and all evening in front of a big or little screen that simply affirms your already established conclusions, you are going to have an inner world more suited to a mansion. Mansion building allows you to stop adding rooms, stop adding connections, you just rearrange the furniture a bit. Fundamentalism - religious, political, culinary, whatever - seems to me the ultimate form of "mansion building."  The "book" or "leader" or "common sense" tells you what rooms there should be in your mansion.  If you encounter something that doesn't fit in those predetermined rooms you just ignore it, or chuck it into the huge room called "bad stuff."

I read something about that once.  Let me look.  I'll be right back. It's here in the labyrinth somewhere. But don't wait up for me .  .  .  

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