Unconditional

These are some of the conditions our condition is in:

Atlantic Ocean circulation weaker than it has been in 1,000 years, scientists say

Nurses are quitting due to the pandemic

Ex-Olympics Gymnastics coach found dead after being charged with human trafficking and sex crimes

‘Nobody came, nobody helped,’ says an Asian American victim in a community rattled by attacks

Battling the Mob, a Black Officer Came Face to Face With Racism

Militia Groups Want to ‘Blow Up the Capitol,’ a Police Chief Testifies

US carries out air strikes in Syria targeting Iranian backed militia structures

“Everything seems so tenuous and fragile in many ways,”

If I need unconditional love is it because I want a universal mother and heavenly father to take care of me? Help me, mama, Help me, daddy, I’m sorry I was bad, I’m too small and stupid and everything is working against me, dear lord we pray.

If you demand unconditional love is it because you are afraid to love unconditionally? — after all, what’s in it for you?

My needs are infinite and it seems I don’t even know what they are and I don’t know how to describe what would meet those needs.

We are used to hearing words like “unconditional” in contexts like “unconditionally guaranteed,” “unconditional surrender,” and “unconditional love,” which we see on the covers of self help books and inspirational pamphlets, and television sermons.

“Absolute” is a word absolutely misused by absolutely everyone and we can’t help it because we can’t really name anything that is truly Absolute or Unconditioned. Absolute Love would be Unconditioned and providing unconditional love, so we can use these ideas to name God, an English word, but that which God claims to name can’t be fixed with a name, caught in the net of our languages, which might be why some people won’t even spell the word “God” in its entirety, leaving out the vowel and writing “G - d” —

GEE DASH DEE

— and if this practice becomes commonplace “Geedashdy” will become one of the names of the Absolute, the Unconditioned, and “G - d” will be just another hyphenated name for the Void. Not some nihilist nothing void, but nothing we can pin down.

The Absolute is here, I think, but we aren’t. We are elsewhere.

The Absolute is Life itself and we are always running away from it or running after it, instead of living it, because how do you do that?

Is it the Devil asking these questions in this wilderness of elsewhere in which we wander on our vision quests or blind groping lostness?

Maybe not you, though, and we are only speaking for myself, and I am speaking to the unnameable Now — 

“I am over Here,” one of us shouts.

I went through an extended phase in my prolonged childhood where I thought that acknowledging my dependence on the Absolute diminished my humanity, as if faith is a psychological disability, but we do name some psychological disabilities “faith” or “God” so the confusion is understandable.

Try the word Reality since that has come into more favor as the ruling class lost touch with it, and we use it as if we have access to it. 

Reality is the inescapable blizzard of facts we wake up to everyday, that we push ourselves through, inadequately clothed, from one inadequate shelter to another, because something calls us from our beds and comforters to go outside where cold hard facts sting our faces and the way is slippery and treacherous and this is the condition our condition is in.

Cold facts of the monthly bank statements, the virus, the news, the family, the job you don’t have, the money you think you need, things you need to know or think you need to know. Facts you think you need to know. Facts you think are relevant and which you assemble into a theory of What the Hell is Going On, hoping it applies to the truth, but Truth is another capitalized name for the Void that shines upon us Now.