“I bow to the Divine in you.”
What a noble sentiment. Each of us is divine: or, at least we share in the divinity that is present in all things. You, me, the car salesman, the criminal, the child, the elderly, the priest, the mother, the farmer. We are all of divine origin if the world has a creator. And even if the world does not.
Even if the world was, as I believe, born, rather than created, each of us are facets of this world. We are not the purpose of this world. We are not at the center of it. We are not the goal or the end. But we are special. We are conscious of ourselves and of the world. This allows/causes us to live in ways different than other lifeforms. In a blink of the cosmic eye, humans will arrive on the scene and be gone. But that does not diminish our perfection. The transitory nature of our individual and collective existence only makes us more precious.
I tell myself that I would like to maintain an awareness of this fact, but that is hard to do. Random drivers, coworkers, even family members often act in ways that do not embody what most of us regard as divine. They are selfish, lazy, cruel, and a host of other coarse qualities. But it would be Pollyannish of us to fail to recognize that these are qualities common in nature and even in conceptions of God. The Monotheistic God of the Levant was as coarse a God as the Pagan gods – and at least the Pagan gods laughed.
But I digress. I bow to the divine in you. In so doing, I also acknowledge the ordinary and unreified in you. And so, Namaste is a nice first step to the broader noble view expressed in Amor Fati and perhaps better expressed in Amor Mundi.
You are the world and nothing more. Though much less. If there is a morality, it must be that we are grateful for the bounty of the world. That is, if we are indeed grateful. The simple truth is that some are privileged, and others live less divine lives. This is why I believe suicide can be noble – and why suicide prevention hotlines are stupid. If someone’s life is not good, they should be allowed the dignity of ending it in noble acknowledgement of this. I have no intention to live beyond dignity and self-sufficiency. I am far too divine for that. I am privileged.