The application of a label escalates and facilitates positive or negative connotations to almost everything. A common strategy for those seeking attention is to boldly connect with a label and then to slide publicly to extreme end of that label. A label is not alive. A label nearly always implies or invites judgment. Assumptions then get made – the person who identifies with a specific group must have these core values, etc. But life, inside of a single cell organism all the way up to the life inside of a human being, all of this life is staggeringly complex. Countless events in the uncontrollable universe act upon that which lives, and in each moment, if there is consciousness, the master of that life makes choices – to run, to stay, to eat, to mate, to hide, to fight, even to love. Where there are labels there cannot be understanding or connection, we lose that chance. We have made the label the master. Simple is not better in every case, particularly regarding relationships.
The gift of god-like consciousness is utterly wasted if the only thing it is used for is judgment. It feels so sophisticated and powerful to exercise dominion by defining others, by separating out the wheat from the chaff, by distributing affection cautiously, prudently. But this is not how God does it at all. God gives us all one big sloppy kiss. God chucks love around, but God’s not casual about it. That’s the thing. We misunderstand. Just because God’s love is free doesn’t make it cheap. We are all so astronomically expensive. God bankrupts the divine account to reach out to us, which suggests that the one thing that matters above all others is relationship. Between you and me there is this entity that is neither you nor me – the relationship. James Joyce, one of my very favorite writers of all time, has this fabulous observation about piers – he calls them “disappointed bridges”. It’s salacious, a succulent perversion to use consciousness to make every life in your own periphery a pier, untouchable. Once you label someone untouchable, there is little or no danger that there will ever be any kind of connection between you and that Ugly One.
I’ve been touched too much, so my instinct is to never let anyone touch me again. The consequence of my decision to isolate and judge is desperate loneliness that I then compensate for by being sexy, remote, superior and easily offended. Such a delightful life! I know of no one who judges more than I judge. I do it quick, permanent, and then there is that rush of power, the salacious feeling that now that one cannot touch me, will never touch me because I’ve pushed them away with a resounding social or emotional punch. Then I mop it all up and excuse myself applying a bunch of my own labels to myself which are slightly self-condemning and yet of course things I’m secretly proud about – I’m a New Yorker, I’m a Jew. Those are usually the big ones.
But here it is – how can we be anyone if we touch no one? If we push out and away everyone who frightens, confuses, inconveniences and challenges us, what are we building, creating, besides a wall? God’s breath, that thing we call life, it’s in everything. Everything that lives does so by the grace of God, courtesy of that divine breath. There’s that famous poem, the one so often quoted that it’s trite – Frost writes, ” Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.”
Something? It’s God. God doesn’t love walls. God’s breath blows them down so that life can touch life – there’s great power in that touch, which is why evil seeks to impede it. God, as an entity of Immaculate Perfection, possesses the only right and ability in this or any universe to construct a Real wall. God’s perfection is a wall. It’s categorically impossible to breach perfection. Perfection is impenetrable no matter what moral passport you hold. And yet, there is that gap in the wall of God, so wide in fact that, “Two can pass abreast”. So we hold hands with Mohammad or Moses or Buddha or Jesus Christ or whatever name we choose and we walk through the hole in God’s wall into the place where all divisions cease.
God wants to connect with you and with me and with the people we hate. God wants a relationship, and if God thinks that a relationship with me personally, if God wants that which I know to be damned inconvenient, then a relationship must be an exceptionally valuable thing. It must be worth more than anything else. Moreover, labels, these things we use to classify one another, these then, these must be hurtful to us who use them. The labels are the anti-relationship. Clearly there are people, predators in human skin, who have moved beyond the point of redemption, but these people are rare. Most people (me) are just difficult, but not impossible. I suspect that the most precious thing in this world isn’t a thing at all, but that invisible condition that you and I create and sustain when we elect to be in relationship with each other, no matter the cost.
Mending Wall by Robert Frost