Over the last couple of weeks, I've spontaneously broken down crying three times, and I can't quite put my finger on what it is exactly that I'm crying for.
It comes when I think about the world, and life, but it's not simply the horror and the suffering. It seems to come from the combination of horror vs. love.
The first time it happened, it took me back to when I worked at Amazon and experienced something that was almost the same, but less intense. When I worked there, there was a massive mezzanine where all the packages go before being split off down different conveyors for different dock doors. I worked up there, and now and again, I would look out over the whole warehouse. I worked the night shift. It was during the lockdown.
I would look out and see something that amazed me - human beings striving, pushing the rock slowly up to the top of the hill, doing so in the knowledge that tomorrow, that rock would have rolled back down to the bottom and they'd have to do it again. It's 3:30am, and here are all these unique individuals, with their lives, all stood at their stations packing box, after box, after box. What spirit our species has! I would marvel at these people, and simultaneously feel sadness at the fact that this is what they needed to do, and inspiration at their strength in doing it.
So back to the first of these recent times when I broke down. I was at work, in our quiet warehouse, just going about my business, and I had a flash through my mind, of similar sentiments to what I described above. But what I felt was this overwhelming love for humanity... but it hurt!
Thinking about it now as I write this, I suppose that makes perfect sense. The more you care about someone, the more you'll hurt for them.
I quickly had to pull myself together because, after all, I was working, but weirdly, as I did so, Gurdjieff came to mind. And I don't know why, but I got this feeling, and thought to myself, "This was how Gurdjieff felt about people." I have absolutely no proof whatsoever that that is exactly true - that he felt for people the way I was feeling in that moment - but it was just like a hunch, like it made sense, like if you view everything he ever said, or wrote, or did, through the lens of the idea that he did it because he loved people deeply, with an at least partially awake emotional centre, it just made sense.
And then Paul came to mind. Now I feel much less personally familiar with Paul than I do with G., but I just reasoned that it must have been the same for him too.
As I said, it's happened a couple of times since, and each time, the theme they seem to have in common is not the horror and suffering in the world, but my love for everyone who is here right now, going through all this.
All of that is a pretty shoddy and poor explanation of what I'm feeling, what I'm seeing. Words can't express it. I just had one of these brief emotional breakdowns when I got home from work and I thought of this thread. Just thought I'd share it.