We are trying to understand how we live in two worlds that are One but we experience them as Two. Heaven and Earth is a metaphor for this. In our reality Heaven is somewhere else, up or in the future, but not here on earth. This is the Law of Identity: Earth is here and now: Heaven is someplace else, either real or in our mind; nevertheless, they are two. And here are the horns of our dilemma: our world is divided basically into me and the world, and I always get the short end of the stick, or I get the good end, but only for 15 minutes of fame. So we spend out whole lives—while we have energy—thing to bring Heaven and Earth together and hold them. As we grow older we run out of energy and just watch TV until will die.
So why can’t we make Heaven on Earth, I ask? That’s the promise. That’s the promise of Jesus: the Kingdom of Heaven on earth…but we can’t see it, he adds. Why can’t we see it, I want to know. The fault is in our logic, our common sense everyday logic of what is real. This logic keeps us stable and living in a coherent universe where everything is know as what it is. Notice how whenever we meet something new and unknown we have to name it, put it in our data base. Here in rural Virginia everyone is always updating their data base of who and where the known people are, the new ones born and the old ones leaving the known. And even after death, they are still living in their names, in the known under a marble name; He lies so and so. Even in death we can’t escape our name and our prison.
Our name is our prison. Why? Because our name doesn’t change. Our name stops change dead. We all experience this. We meet someone from our past and they still see the past. They don’t know who we are. We go home to the parents and they still see their children. No body knows my real name…and why not? We don’t have a real name, that’s why.
We are a verb. We are change, and you can’t name change because it wound sit still. The Logic of Identity that stamps us in the past is our prison, especially if we believe we are than name. It is not the Other that puts us in the prison of our name, but ourselves.