As time goes by and my understanding of the principles behind the-way-we-experience-life-and-who-we-really-are continue to deepen, I find myself doing more and more of this favourite little emoji of mine:
🤷🏻♂️
(If you’re running an ancient operating system on your phone or computer and it doesn’t display properly, the alt-text for that little rectangle above is ‘man shrugging’)
And this metaphorical shrug might be accompanied with a mental, or actual, voicing of the phrase:
“Who cares?!”
LOL.
Now, that might seem super-flippant to you—downright rude, even—but put your pitchfork down for a second and actually consider it as a legitimate question.
Who (or what) is it, exactly, that ‘cares’?
🤔
To help you in your deep spiritual exploration (it is Sunday, after all), I should let you know that the etymology of the word “care,” is to wail, lament, call out or scream.
Know of anything that does any of those things?
😉
Could it be, the only thing that ‘cares’ about how things turn out is that old friend of ours, the ego?
Hmmm, I wonder …
💟
Giles