My experience with Tom is limited to having watched Wanderer's posting
of this presentation
. In this he states the thesis that the Universe as a whole is, as it dissipates raw energy into entropy, evolving toward a lower-entropy state as a whole through us. Evolving in the direction of Love.I interpret this as a colorized re-statement of the popularized notion (which is the current limit of my effort to understand it) from information theory that the environment encodes itself over time in, among other things, our DNA.
The choice to "resist the demand to resist" by inaction is always one that can be made but perhaps an opportunity is thereby missed on occasion to reduce the entropy of the system by "accepting the 'demand' to resist" and acting. If we are further willing to accept an element of mysticism in our lives, in interpreting uncanny coincidence as a brief brush with the watchmaker (of course there is no watchmaker as there is no watch), perhaps these "demands" arise as part of what I alluded to as the "grand scheme". Indulging the mind in judging a given instance as one case or another, it goes without saying, is most likely a REALLY bad
I'll endeavor to give an example which is recent and personal rather than just state some abstract, time-worn near-cliche, and only "near" at that in that the "truth" value of any cliche can always be called into question. As you will see it is not an exact fact pattern match but is interesting nonetheless.
So I was just done with a very satisfying afternoon of skiing and had entered the lodge to change out of my boots and go home. It was early evening, and the after-school crowd was in full-swing with all of the accompanying noise and bustle. As such the area of seating closest to where I had left my gear was crowded and cluttered.
After I squeezed past a gaggle of teenagers and got my hands on my shoes I looked around for a spot to unbuckle, choosing carefully and gingerly moving a bag or two out of consideration for the space that I would invade during the process of un-booting. The gaggle of teens was of mixed gender, ranged in age from about 14-17, and were all very slim and attractive kids. They were arranged in roughly a circle and were talking happily and animatedly but not loudly, for the most part lost in one another.
Abruptly the group was approached by an older guy who had on a vest with the colors of the resort:
(the older guy, sternly) "You know, you might find your little kissy-poo act all cute and funny amongst yourselves but there are other people here"
(stunned silence, everyone looks at the older guy, he continues) "Some people here are going to be OFFENDED by that stuff!"
There was no trace of irony in his outburst, and I could tell from the looks on the faces of the kids that this wasn't just a friendly joke amongst familiars.
The boy who was the primary target of the rage spoke but I could not hear what he said. I could tell from his expression and tone that his response was not disrespectful.
(grey guy continues, in a vindicated tone) "You may THINK so! huh? BREAK IT UP!"
Now the young couple in question had been standing close, perhaps embracing. I hadn't been studying them so I couldn't say for sure, perhaps they were sharing a kiss that triggered this guys outburst. I can say for sure they weren't feeling each other up or otherwise making any sort of spectacle that should have attracted undue notice. In my judgment, they were just being kids.
Mr. Grumpy moved on to converse with another adult and the targets of his rage decided to climb the stairs to the level with the food and access to the slopes. The range of emotions which crossed the kids face was one which I was familiar having been the target of such minor abuses of envious adult authority as a lad of his age myself.
I rapidly filled the space that was vacated by the break-up of the gaggle so that I could take off my boots with more physical ease, and it was fitting that when I climbed the stairs a few moments later with the intent to tell him that "for what it's worth, I thought that guy was being a Dick" the number and similarity of the groupings of kids was such that he was lost in the crowd.
To bring this back to my point above, if I had been quicker on my feet there had been an opportunity. One which I was perhaps 45 seconds off the beat from taking. What I would have done was to interrupt the scene with a comment to the adult. I would have smiled and said softly "Are you being serious? .... offended? .. really?", and would have re-iterated the smile and tried to silently project love to any reply, agitated or otherwise.
Perhaps a missed opportunity to move in the direction of TC's speculated vector or mabe the Universe just responding to my need for the space to get out of my ski boots or mabe the down-to-earth commonsense interpretation that the whole thing had nothing to do with me. Who knows?
Stop talking. Hear every sound as background. Look straight ahead and focus. Take one deep breath. This is you. This is Now.