This is a pure hunch. I admit that openly. Over the past decade, I’ve been learning to trust my intuition more, having seen it proven right in hindsight many times. I used to dismiss gut feelings as something akin to mystic superstition, but I’ve come to realise that the part of your nervous system connected to your digestive system is a very rapid, if not always reliable, means of accessing truths that your whole body instinctively senses. It’s at least worth paying attention to your hunches, rather than dismissing them out of hand automatically. The approximations prove to provide useful insight.
Before I share my hunch, I want to explain my motivation. I see a lot of caring, decent people I know almost totally overwhelmed by their disgust and horror at current world events. Environmentally, politically, economically and ethically, this is a period in history where those in nominal charge have transgressed the bounds of acceptability brazenly, regularly, unapologetically and with alacrity. There has been no constraint to their excesses.
Ordinary people have begun to feel helpless, at the mercy of these clowns entirely and the clowns know it. The more decent people shrink away from confronting and solving the global problems that are the direct consequence of these people running amok, the better the clowns like it. They want you impotent and immobilised. They like that you’re paralysed by the onslaught of their engineered and manufactured chaos. While there is no effective opposition, they get to run rampant, which is just how they like it.
The fatigue induced in well-balanced people by the sheer volume and frequency of the high crimes and misdemeanours causes people to suffer angst, worrying intensely and seriously about where this will all end. Most conclude that the future is bleak and their foreboding further saps their agency. The problems of the world sit heavily on their shoulders and their sheer weight inhibits solutions. Even making art loses its joy, when you are awake to the facts and know the world is stumbling toward hell in a handcart. It drains your energy and clouds your creative thinking.
So, this is my hunch: dancing with the world’s problems, lightly, deftly and with confidence, will probably yield better solutions faster, than angsting about them, worrying or fretting. Embrace the chaos as the prevailing ambient environment and play with it, until something creative and life-affirming emerges.
The thing about dancing is that it’s immersive. You do it best in a state of flow and abandon. The essence of dance is being in the moment, with your entire body and soul. Every mortal resource you possess, in your being, is brought into action. However, in contrast to diligent cogitation or mindful meditation, the purpose of the dance need not be to find solace in oblivion. Instead, you’re seeking to experience, deeply and thoroughly. You’re enhancing all of your sensations and responding to them in every way. It gives you power and extraordinary abilities. You bend resiliently, rather than break. There is joyfulness in the way your mind and body can move.
Rather than logically deducing solutions to heal the world, through reason and induction, when you dance with the problem, light-heartedly, you are flirting with the answers, enticing them and tempting them to reveal themselves to you. You’re not forcing or fighting. Rather than bracing for impact, you’re moving deftly, purposefully and with grace. You’re able to slip aside and counter moves with your own fancy footwork.
Nothing disarms the threats posed by those we perceive to be powerful than seeing them as flat-footed, gauche, dysrhythmic and uncoordinated. They can’t dance with two left feet. Your agile, swift, lithe, supple and light approach to making things better can’t be matched by their tradition-bound, leaden, lumpen, dead-weight thought processes. They’re at a significant disadvantage.
Rather than being weighed down by the world’s problems sitting heavily on your shoulders, or trying to outrun them all through frantic acts of escapism, embrace and dance with disaster. Out foxtrot it. Hold it close and lead. Tango with it aggressively and assertively. Be the supreme human being they can never be. Outmanoeuvre the lethargy and blindness of their automated algorithms. We’re being held to ransom by clumsy schmucks. The rest of us are way better dancers than that.