‘You know the things of which I speak, master-ji,’ Ambitious said, a little irritated. ‘There are a thousand trivial choices that we make every day. Choice cannot be such an important factor, as you suggest, when so much of it is of trifling importance, or made without spiritual thinking.’
‘I repeat,’ Idriss smiled patiently, ‘there is no such thing as a trivial choice. Every choice is significant, no matter how unconsciously made. The choices we make, every time we make them, collapse the superposition that we call human life into one reality or another, and one perception or another, and that decision has minute or great but nonetheless eternal effects on the timeline.’
‘You call that power?’ Ambitious challenged.
‘This is energy,’ Idriss corrected. ‘Spiritual energy, sufficient to alter Time, which is no small thing. Time was the lord of all living things, for billions of years, until Will arose to greet him.’
Let Me See called the sages to confer. He was enjoying himself, even at the expense of his colleagues, or perhaps especially at the expense of his colleagues. It was impossible to tell if his tactical conclaves were designed to confound Idriss, or his fellow sages.
Vinson looked at Karla, and was about to speak.
‘Cover your karmic ass,’ Karla synopsised, ‘everything you do affects the timeline, dude.’
I kissed her quickly. I know it was a holy assembly of holy thinkers, but I was betting that they’d forgive me.
‘This is the second-best best date ever,’ she said, as the sages sat up straight, three intellectual corner-men leaning away from Grumpy, the youngest sage, with fresh energy for the challenge.
‘This is digressive,’ Grumpy began. ‘I have found your technique, master-ji. You divert from questions, through semantic tricks. Let us get down to sacred texts and instructions. If the human soul is an expression of our humanity, as you seem to suggest, is it essential to do one’s duty in life, as the sacred texts instruct us?’
‘Indeed,’ Ambitious added, hoping to trap Idriss in a snare of caste. ‘Can any of us escape the wheel of karma, and our Divinely appointed duties?’
‘If there is a Divine Source of all things, our rational and logical duty is to that Divine Source,’ Idriss replied. ‘Our only other duty is to the humanity that we share, and the planet that sustains us. Everything beyond that is a personal preference.’
‘Are we not born with a karmic duty?’ Ambitious pressed.
‘Humanity is born with a karmic duty. Human beings are born with a personal karmic mission, playing their individual part in the common karmic duty,’ Idriss said.
The sages looked at one another, ashamed, perhaps, that they’d tried to trap Idriss in the quicksand of religion, while he kept lifting himself free on a branch of faith.
‘Does a personal God speak to you?’ Let Me See asked, tangling his long grey beard with knotted fingers, bruised on the inside from years of counting red amber meditation beads in cycles of one hundred and eight.
‘Such a lovely question,’ Idriss laughed gently. ‘I presume that you mean a God that cares about me, personally, and that I can communicate with, personally, while that God, who dreamt the universe into creation, is busily connecting with every consciousness like mine, wherever it arises. Is that correct?’
‘Precisely,’ the elderly guru said.
Idriss laughed to himself.
‘What’s the question?’ Vinson asked.
‘Does God walk the talk?’ Karla whispered quickly, smiling encouragement at Vinson.
‘I get it,’ Vinson whispered back happily. ‘Like, does God pick up the phone?’
‘I see the Divine in every minute that I live,’ Idriss answered. ‘And I receive constant affirmations. It is a language uncommon, of course. It is a spiritual language of coincidence and connection. I think you know, great sage, of what I speak?’
‘I do, Idriss,’ he replied, chuckling. ‘I do. Can you give an example?’
‘Every peaceful encounter with nature,’ Idriss said, ‘is a natural conversation with the Divine, which is why it is advisable to live as near to nature as you can.’
‘A fine example, great sage,’ Let Me See replied.
‘Extending your heart to put the light of affection in the eyes of a new friend, is a conversation with the Divine,’ Idriss said. ‘Honest meditation is the same conversation.’
‘You were imprecise, before, Idriss,’ he said. ‘Tell us, succinctly, what the meaning and purpose of life is.’
‘There are two questions in your challenge, as I said before,’ Idriss said. ‘And only one of them is a valid question.’
‘We have touched on this, and I still do not understand,’ Grumpy pouted.
‘Without a fully conscious Will to ask about the meaning of anything,’ Idriss answered patiently, ‘the question is not just meaningless, but impossible.’
‘But surely, master-ji, this human Will that you champion cannot be meaning in and of itself?’ Doubtful asked, frowning hard.
‘I repeat, the question What is the meaning of Life? is an invalid question. Meaning is a property that emerges when a fully sentient Will exists to collapse the superposition state of possibilities, by making freely willed choices, and asking freely willed questions.’
There was a pause, and I was glad, because I knew that if Vinson disturbed her concentration at that moment, Karla might shoot him, after the debate.
‘Asking the question is the meaning,’ I whispered to him.
‘Thanks,’ Karla whispered, leaning against me.
‘Meaning is an attribute of Will,’ Idriss continued. ‘The valid question is what is the purpose of Life?’
‘Very well,’ Let Me See said, chuckling, ‘what is the purpose of life?’
‘The purpose of life is to express the set of positive characteristics to the most sophisticated degree that you can, by connecting with pure intention to others, and our planet, and to the Divine Source of all things.’
‘How do you define these positive characteristics, master-ji?’ Doubtful asked. ‘In which sacred texts can we find them?’
‘The set of positive characteristics is found everywhere, in every place where people live humanely with one another. Life, consciousness, freedom, love, justice, fairness, honesty, mercy, affinity, courage, generosity, compassion, forgiveness, empathy and many beautiful others. They are always the same, everywhere that kind hearts survive to preserve them.’
‘But what specific sacred texts do you refer to in your analysis, master-ji?’
‘Our common humanity is the sacred text of the peaceful human heart,’ Idriss said. ‘And we have only just begun to write it.’
‘And how does the expression of these positive characteristics lead us to purpose?’ Ambitious challenged.
‘We humans are born with the capacity to accumulate non-evolutionary knowledge, and the capacity to shape our behaviour as animals,’ Idriss said, reaching for a glass of water. ‘Which are very difficult things for other animals to do, but are very easy for us, thanks to the Divine.’
‘Can you be specific about this non-evolutionary knowledge, master-ji?’ Doubtful asked. ‘This is a term I am not familiar with.’
‘Things that we know, that we don’t have to know, in order to survive. Extra knowledge, about everything.’
‘We know things,’ Ambitious said. ‘That is hardly a revelation. And we can shape our behaviour. Where do you see purpose in this, master-ji?’
‘Without either one of those things,’ Idriss continued, ‘we could not claim to have a destiny. But with both of them in place, the fact of our destiny is undeniable.’
‘How, master-ji?’
‘We are not apes forever. We can change ourselves. We are changing, all the time. We will discover most of the laws of everything, and we will control our evolution. That is destiny controll
ing DNA, rather than DNA controlling destiny, as it did forever, until now.’
‘Can you define destiny?’ Ambitious demanded.
‘Destiny is the treasure we find in the awareness of death.’
‘Oh, yes!’ Karla shouted. ‘Sorry!’
‘Perhaps it is time,’ Idriss suggested, ‘that we take a break, and refresh ourselves for the challenge.’
The students rose to escort the sages to their cave. The sages walked away, frowning their thoughts.
Idriss looked around as Silvano offered his arm. He found Karla’s eyes, and smiled at us.
‘Glad you’re here, Karla,’ he said, as he walked back to his cave with Silvano. ‘So nice to see you two together.’
‘You know,’ Vinson said when we were alone. ‘I think I’m getting the hang of this. You’re on to something with the T-shirts, Karla. You’re keeping notes, Randall, right?’
‘Meticulous notes, Mr Vinson.’
‘I’d like to see those later, if it’s okay.’
‘Me too,’ Karla said.
‘Me three,’ I agreed.
‘I’m so happy we have that settled,’ Didier said. ‘Now, will someone please open the bar. My soul may be improved, but mind is screaming for mercy.’
Chapter Eighty
Doubtful had a question, after the contest resumed, but Idriss raised a soft hand of insistence, silencing everyone, and pushed on to the horizon of his thought.
‘So far as I can see,’ he said quietly, his raised hand like a trident made from pure patience, ‘we are the only species with the capacity to be more than we are, perhaps even more than we dream we are, and the potential to get wherever it is that we choose to go.’
He stopped for a moment.
‘Why do we let the few push the many to compete and consume and fight?’ Idriss said. ‘When will we demand peace, as passionately as we demand freedom?’
Sudden tears fell into his upturned palms, resting in his lap.
‘Forgive me,’ he said, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands.
‘Great sage,’ Let Me See said, crying sympathy with him. ‘We are all drawn here today by the power of love. Let us remain happy in our spiritual endeavours.’
Idriss laughed, clearing his eyes of moonstone tears.
‘That is a semantic error, great teacher,’ he said, composed again. ‘Love has no power, because it can only be freely given.’
‘Very well then,’ Let Me See smiled, ‘what is Power?’
‘Power influences or directs people or processes,’ Idriss said. ‘Power is a measure of control, and is always connected to authority. Power is fear, submitting to greed. There is no fear and there is no greed in love, just as there is no authority or control, which is why it is beyond illusions of power.’
‘But what about the power of healing?’ Grumpy asked. ‘Do you deny that?’
‘That is the energy of healing, master-ji. Every healer knows that there is no power in it, but that the energy is abundant. Energy is the process. Power is the attempt to influence, direct or control the process.’
‘Even the power of prayer, master-ji?’ Ambitious asked. ‘Is there no such thing?’
‘There is the spiritual energy of prayer,’ Idriss replied, ‘just as there is the spiritual energy of love, and both are reservoirs of grace, but there is no power. Energy is the process, and power is the attempt to control the process.’
Vinson was wriggling to speak.
‘Power bad, energy good,’ he whispered to Karla. ‘Absolute power corrupts.’
‘Very good, Stuart,’ Karla whispered happily.
‘Let us smoke again for a while,’ Idriss said to the sages.
‘Very good, Idriss,’ Didier whispered more happily, and the assembly relaxed, while the sages and my French friend sated themselves.
‘Shall I continue?’ Idriss asked, when the sages were high enough to get down to metaphysics again.
‘Certainly,’ the sages replied.
‘The fact that we are what we are,’ Idriss said, as if the discourse had never paused, ‘asking all the right questions, no matter how many centuries it takes us to get to the truth, is destiny itself. Destiny, too, like life, is an emergent phenomenon.’
Vinson leaned in to whisper a question, but Karla beat him to it.
‘Energy plus direction equals destiny,’ she said quickly, focusing on the debate.
‘But destiny?’ Doubtful said, his shaved head glistening with sweat in the warm evening. ‘Can you explain that again?’
‘Our human destiny is a fact, not a supposition,’ Idriss said. ‘Destiny is the ability to focus spiritual energy, in the form of will, to change the future course of our lives. We are all doing this, to a greater or lesser extent, in all our lives, and in the collective life of our species. We are living directed lives already, and it is up to us to realise it, and to direct them more positively.’
‘But realise it how?’ Let Me See asked.
‘Express the set of positive characteristics to the best of your ability,’ Idriss replied. ‘That is the realisation of the soul, expressed in human kindness and courage.’
‘Why?’ Ambitious asked. ‘Why should anyone ever bother to do good or positive things? Why not simply work for self-benefit? Since you are so much a man of science, isn’t that evolutionary?’
‘Not at all,’ Idriss smiled, answering a question he’d faced hundreds of times before. ‘Everywhere that some people look, they see a savage world, competing to the death. But there is also magnificent cooperation in the world, from ants in colonies, to trees in colonies, to human beings in colonies. Adaptability is exquisite cooperation. Cooperation is evolution.’
‘But surely the fittest survive,’ Ambitious pressed. ‘And the fittest rule. Do you mean to overturn the natural order of things?’
‘The natural order of things is cooperation,’ Idriss countered. ‘Molecules do not compete to form organic molecules, they cooperate to form them. And we, great sages, are very large collections of very cooperative organic molecules, thanks to the Divine. When they stop cooperating, we are in trouble.’
‘Since you like to take this discourse back to first principles,’ Let Me See observed, ‘can I ask if you are suggesting that there is a different moral order, beyond that found in the sacred texts?’
It was a trick question. I knew that Karla was itching to answer it, because we’d discussed it several times.
‘The sacred texts are there for us to know what we can become,’ Idriss said. ‘Until we get there, in our tragically long cultural evolution, until we get to a place that is worthy of such beautiful revelations, our common humanity is a very useful guiding star to the essential truth in all of them.’
‘Are you brushing the sacred texts aside?’ Let Me See asked.
‘You speak those words, not I. My advice, for what little it is worth, is simply that the sacred texts are like sacred places. Just as we should be clean when we enter sacred places, so should we be clean when we enter sacred texts. And the best way to present a clean soul to the great revelations of the Divine, is to be a clean human being in your dealings with others, and the world that sustains us.’
The sages conferred again, and Idriss took the opportunity to call for a new hookah pipe, puffing it alight for the sages contentedly.
‘Good heart, good faith?’ Vinson suggested during the pause.
‘You’re really getting this,’ Karla said quietly.
Randall was taking notes in his journal. Ankit was helping him, whispering the end of a half-remembered line from time to time.
‘How do you like it, guys?’ I whispered.
‘It’s like jumping up in a parachute,’ Randall replied. ‘Instead of down.’
‘We could use this teacher of yours in the Party,’ Ankit said admiringly.
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sp; ‘There’s a party?’ Didier asked, brightening.
‘The Communist Party,’ Ankit whispered back drily. ‘But a small party might be arranged for you later tonight by the fire, Mr Didier, if you desire it.’
‘Superb,’ Didier enthused. ‘Oh, God, the holy men are talking again.’
‘I confess, great sage,’ Let Me See said modestly, ‘that you have lost me in the jungle of your imaginative ideas.’
‘Yes,’ Doubtful added. ‘I am also lagging behind, because your discourse on spiritual matters does not employ the usual spiritual language, Master Idriss.’
‘Everything is a spiritual language, noble thinker, but simply on a higher or a lower frequency of connection,’ Idriss replied. ‘This discourse that we share is but one of many.’
‘How can there be more than one spiritual language?’ Doubtful asked.
‘If there is a God, and a spiritual language that connects us to God, then by definition it is the only language of purpose, simply expressed in different ways.’
‘Even in negative ways?’ Grumpy asked, waking to the theme.
‘Wouldn’t you prefer to concentrate on the higher spiritual language, as we have done so far, and not on the lower?’ Idriss lamented.
‘Do you not have examples, then?’ Ambitious asked.
‘Much of the human world is an example,’ Idriss said, his face sombre.
‘Then it should not be a problem for you to provide spiritual languages other than our own,’ Ambitious retorted.
Idriss settled into a patient understanding of the younger man, and took a forgiving breath.
‘Very well,’ he said, ‘let us walk in the dark, for a while.’
He sipped at his lime juice, and began his answer to the challenge.
‘Exploitation is the spiritual language of profit,’ Idriss began sadly.
The students, who’d heard Idriss riff before, were already beginning to nod their heads in time to his ontological poetry.
‘Oppression is the spiritual language of tyranny,’ Idriss said.
The students began to mumble, wakening to Idriss’s chant.
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