Why Human Conflict Is Just Weather

Tension

We like to believe that we are different and stand above nature.

A little more chosen.

But our conflicts are just weather in another language.

We fight for truth – but truth is a cloud of possibilities and exists only until something breaks it.

Our opinions are lightning cutting through the cloud. They create direction, define form – but leave the rest in darkness.

Every choice requires a sacrifice.

The one who fights for truth is in fact fighting for a fragment.

To mistake direction for wholeness is to get lost in the illusion.

Human free will, collectively speaking, is no freer than a thundercloud's choice to hold its charge or release it.

But that which seems inevitable emerges from countless small choices of direction within its own cloud of possibilities.

And when directions diverge tension arises. Dark thunderclouds gather. If it continues, they grow.

Eventually, the lightning becomes inevitable.

But when compromises are made the tension decreases. Then rain falls without lightning.

And when people meet in mutual understanding the tension falls quickly. The cloud dissolves and the sun appears. Then neither rain nor lightning is needed.

But a completely cloudless sky for too long – means drought.

And in that way, everything is as it must be.

Lightning strikes where it must, rain falls when it must. Sometimes the clouds dissolve and the sun appears.

We may believe we control the course, but we are just as much a part of the storm as the cloud itself.

So we play our roles. Some gather charge. Others release it. Some try to calm the wind, others intensify it.

The one who does not learn to ground their inner tensions becomes just another charge in the cloud.

The storm is also driven by stories of what threatens us.

The one who decides what is to be feared and who is to carry the blame – also directs the lightning.

And the people are the lightning rod – once fear has taken root. There, the lightning always seeks the easiest path – through the shallowest thoughts.

And in the belief that we are defending the good, we are deceived into fighting for our illusions.

Until the lightning strikes. It illuminates the clouds and reveals, for a moment, not only the path that was taken – but all the others that were not.

Pain.

The tension fades.

The insight remains.

The clouds scatter and the sun appears.

And in the end insight becomes just another cloud.