Zen as I use it means a leap of awareness that includes the double-bind conflict of dueling values, two yolks in the same egg. The Zen of it is a leap to escape the pain of the division to a new IDEA, a new being, or understanding that didn’t exist before. So from the view of the duality, the two yolks in the same egg, the New Egg has not been laid yet. It is unknown. Like the caterpillar, from the dual, from the war, there is no idea what the butterfly is. Unable to make the leap to rebirth, the two yolks will battle until the egg is cracked and scrambled. A culture war is two yolks frying in a pan trying in vain to restore the egg to its original single yolk.
There used to be one Liberal scientific yolk in America. The last time there was one yolk was in the 50s. Then in the 60s the yolk was divided, and these two yolks have been fighting it out in time every since. Only now, with Trump as the Right Yolk’s chick, a yolk given flesh and blood, the frying pan is getting hotter.
Normally, when you have two yolk egg, you just have more scrambled eggs. But in the culture war of the frying pain, The Right Yolk is driven to be the only yolk. It wants to Restore the Yolk as itself. The Left yolk resists. This conflict turns up the heat, making the two yolks circle each other at increasing speeds, like a yin/yang on steroids. It looks like the Ouroboros, one yolk drying to devour the other. But since both are the original yolk, the Mother Yolk maintains balance by balanced whatever one yolk does with equal energy, since both yolk are the same original yolk, only perceived as two different worlds. There can be only one Yolk, One Reality, not two. This conflict creates the phenomena of the Ground Hog Day. We feel we are stuck on merry-go-round, an every repeating division of every new attempt to restore the yolk.
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