How our collective fragmentation is expanding my sense of inclusion

I don’t know and that humbles me.

The deep fragmentation going on in our world, in our collective psyche, in America. As we grapple with why the world is ticking and moving in the direction that it is. Why things are the way they are right now.

Different factions of us experiencing totally different features. Of this life, of this world and of the puzzle pieces that make it up. Each one of us organizing these pieces within the specific lens we’ve inherited-adopted-developed-endured. Seeing through that lens in a way that’s unique to us and us alone.

We all want to belong. We want to know that our lens is right. That we’re seeing things correctly. That our tribe, our perspective, our party, our people are on the right side of history. That there is a right side of history to even be on.

How do these fragmented, parallel-ing universes co-exist and metamorph alongside each other? How do they all come together to create One?

It reminds me of the ancient Indian myth of the blind men stumbling upon an elephant for the first time. Each one at a different part, describing what they feel; each account gravely different from the next’s. The man at the trunk, “It’s long and snake like!” The man at the foot, “No, it’s dense and stump like!” The man at the tail, “No, no. It’s more like a thistle paint brush!”

As we grapple in the dark, blind to this moment in time, how can we hold open the possibility that all of our varying experiences are of equal value in this greater evolutionary moment? How can we expand our sense of inclusion to hold this complexity?