When I was a kid I didn’t know much about the world. I certainly knew that I didn’t have control over it but, I knew the people who did. Grown ups.
Grown ups had everything figured out. They chose what we ate, they knew where to get the food from and they had these things called jobs where they got together and talked about adult things like how to run the world.
Obviously, I wasn’t quite on the money. I never stated any of these things but they were beliefs I had.
Aside – It’s funny how when you look back at your childhood you can verbalise and identify beliefs and attitudes that you held but never would have been able to express as a child.
Now that I’m older I have begun to understand how damn complicated this whole life business is. I have discovered that there are no black and white issues and that everything is a shade of grey. Endless, innumerable shades of grey. Life is complex, mind-bogglingly complex.
Imagine all the experiences you’ve had in your life time and all the experiences yet to come. All the happiness, sadness, anger, birthdays, moments of inner peace, memories, friends, teachers, parents and meals that you’ve had. If your life was a novel imagine the depth of the narrative that is your life. All those moments where you’ve felt afraid or seen a glint of excitement, attraction or something unrecognisable in someone’s eyes.
Your life, if written as a novel and in its entirety would be a far more detailed and rich story than any novel ever written.
Hold this image in your mind of the lengthy tome detailing all that you’ve experienced.
Multiply it by 7,000,000,000.
You can’t. It’s impossible to imagine such a large number.
Each of these tomes represents the experiences of a person currently living on Earth.
The amount of sights, smells, sounds, tastes, feelings and emotions humanity has collectively experienced is ridiculous. Purely, inexplicably sizable in volume that I don’t even dare to attempt to explain it.
And my figure only encapsulates humans who are currently alive. If all historical people experiences were included this would widen the scope of experience greatly.
If you met someone who had experienced the seemingly meagre percentage of 0.0001% of all human experience they would be hailed as a God. Their wisdom and understanding would be so far beyond that of anyone alive.
Perhaps Jesus before he came to Earth was bored and tired of chilling and milling about wherever he and God reside. Imagine God’s off making floods and generally running the Earth (with mixed success) and Jesus, having been sitting around since the beginning of Eternity is sick of his dad going off and leaving him without even a simple village to watch over.
So Jesus is just wandering around the house looking for something when he stumbles upon a ginormous room full of those incredibly detailed tomes I mentioned earlier.
He begins to read. Days, months, years pass and he keeps reading these stories. His understanding of human beings growing stronger and stronger each day. Soon, he is immensely wise and if anyone were to speak with him (who wasn’t the creator of the Earth themselves) they would be scared stiff and in awe of him.
One day God comes home from a tough day at work and he trips over one of the inconveniently large tomes Jesus has been reading.
God has stubbed his toe quite badly and shouts “Jesus! Would for the love of yours truly would you stop leaving these books around the house. In fact, I’m sick of you bumming around the house all the time so I’m sending you to Earth,”
“Why are you so cross at me all the time?” said Jesus.
“Oh, I’m not cross, you’ll know all about it when I’m CROSS with you,” said God.
And puff in a cloud of smoke Jesus was sent down to Earth.
Now, I’m not the Pope, nor a biblical scholar (I wish I was it’d help me impress the chicks) so I don’t believe this is precisely how it went down. The point is that if you managed to experience only a minute proportion of the entire human experience you would be very wise, perhaps even wiser than Jesus.
The thing is, no one has. Everyone just has their own life experience and tidbits of exposure to the experiences of the people around them. No one has really seen it all, not even close. Sure, adults are experienced relative to children but relative to humanity’s collective they haven’t seen anything.
Life is complex, mind-bogglingly complex