The Dog With No Name

The Dog with No Name
or
Freedom, Responsibility and the Rule of Law

Free from the tyranny of Book 13,
I greet life in the morning.
She helps me to see.091009Boxer_dsc4778Ls


Riding in Fog

Gray and green and cozy,
my morning is enveloped
in a cocoon of fog.

I brush a little stick off the horse’s back and wonder if the act is
Generous or selfish?
For her comfort or for mine?

And then I realize of course they are the same.
Just as I don’t want the stick to cause her pain,
so also I don’t want her to buck me off.

The foundation of compassion is connection.
Everything is connected with everything else on this living earth.

No Name, Nobody

She doesn’t have a name, but she has a terrible need.

She came to me because her owner has “a right to his freedoms,”
but is not willing to pay the price.
The price of freedom is not war, nor death, as the politicians would have us to believe. The price of freedom is responsibility for one’s own behaviors.
Freedom can not function without responsibility.

Does this mean I must be responsible for the dog with no name?
Or should I watch this creature starve:

“She’s not my dog; I didn’t abandon her to cry forever for her lost love,
whoever he was; it’s not my responsibility.”

Or should I give this large unknown dog to a family with three small children who foolishly want to adopt a large dog that we know nothing about?

Should I take her to the “animal shelter,” where she can feel the pain and fear and wanting for a few more terrible days, while awaiting the release of death?

Should I take her to my vet and pay for her death out of my own pocket so that I can comfort her last moments?

There is no freedom without responsibility:
If we are free to make as many puppies as we want;
If we won’t take responsibility for those puppies;
If we refuse to let anyone else take responsibility for those choices.

Then we will have no available choices at all, but only
the natural consequences of our own behavior,
and when we abandon our choices we lose our freedoms, because
choices and freedom are the same identical thing.

When we refuse to choose among the available choices, but only cry like a baby for life to be perfect and give us the choices that we WANT instead of those that exist —
then the choosing will be done for us by the natural consequences of our own behaviors. Natural consequences will not change because we want them to be different.

Then the result is more and more starving dogs roaming our streets — packs of dogs learning to survive by killing livestock, and children, and even the occasional adult;
and massive human and animal suffering that we do not want to think about.

If we are not affected by all this suffering — if we live in a penthouse with no dogs, or a penthouse of the mind — then we may have another excuse. We may choose to believe that the whole scheme is “survival of the fittest” and designate ourselves as “fittest,”
and let the mayhem swirl around us unnoticed, as though our fitness were the only thing of value to the earth. However, I tell you as a scientist — evolution does not work that way, and the earth does not function according to standards of “fitness” that are defined by human kind.

Whatever we choose to believe or whatever we prefer to want –
beliefs and wishes are not real things;
but all of our behaviors are real,
and choosing to abrogate our responsibilities is a real behavior that has
its own natural consequences that are out of our control.

Behaviors always have consequences, and our behaviors connect us to everything else
in this living, functioning world.

Or it doesn’t function at all.

Death is not the Enemy

God created death to alleviate suffering, both physical and mental.

Without death, how could we comprehend compassion (Biblical love)?
The most positive quality of human-kind
And the foundation of all the religions.

Without death, the physical suffering of human kind would be unimaginable —
starvation, war, disease and unending hatred would envelope the earth in a black cloud
of pain and fear and wanting.


Compassion

While I brushed the horse’s back
Bitsy chased a cat
Up a tree

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