Many animals physically challenge each other as means of expressing and enforcing social roles. Their tussling is often harsh, sometimes bloody, and so we call it violence. But really it is the maintaining of order. This is how they do it and when order is established there is no fallen opponent constantly revisiting with anger for the sake of revenge, like with humans.
Social roles are thought constructs, relational constructs. They are at least social compacts of orderliness that serve to protect and help a species thrive. Presumably, without such order, at least some species would have been killed off by now. Chickens come to mind. So which came first, the chicken or the chicken social pecking order? Do you get what I’m asking?
If the chicken came before the architecture of chicken society, how did chickens survive the world? How did they not die to predators en masse as loners? It’s impossible. Both the chicken and the directives of being a chicken happen at once. It’s only when we look at them that we see the details, and when we see the details, we separate them not just in space to examine them one by one, but in time. We say they must have developed linearly—first this, then that, then that, through evolution. But it’s an illusion. It’s a mirage of a road laying out just ahead of you as you look. Because you have to see something, you see time span. The ever-present force of life expresses this way within itself through us. Us and whomever else perceives thus.
The Amazon has jungles so thick that if you stray from a beaten path by as little as ten feet you could get lost forever. In these same jungles live people who seem to have existed there forever. They have a genius level of knowledge about the plants and animals, insects, minerals, and weather. At least those. And we assume they gathered this knowledge through time, through living there. But how does one survive that first step off the beaten path to live there and gather such knowledge? How does one survive disease and trial-by-error food consumption when surrounded by poisonous delights? How do small bands of people do this and build villages without the knowledge first? How do they even build without knowing where and with what materials?
Pondering our incongruous nature reveals a glitch in the system. The more disconnected we become the more we live one-foot-in-front-of-the-other lives, gathering knowledge before making our moves. The disconnect creates and is between the world of mind and the physical world. In Truth, they are one world and we are that. The former expresses the latter and the latter expresses the former, and all of this busy noise exists in silence.
Silence, which is consciousness itself.