The Gold Standard

I see the people around me with my eyes. I only see what takes up height, width, depth and has weight. I have no sense of how warm, or cold you are except by the manifestations that appear on you. I have no idea what you are thinking except for the interpretations I might make from body posture, or facial expressions. Almost everything I know comes through my eyes, or ears. I can hear what you say, the tone you use, the timbre of your voice. Ours is a sensual world based on physical sensations.

This is how our world operates, for humans, at least. Some animals can tell more about us by our smell, but I mostly only know if you smell good, or bad to me because of hygiene, or your choice of colognes and perfumes.

I live in a three dimensional world, but what if I lived in another dimensional way?

Imagine being a creature who perceives other creatures only through their actions. You come into my awareness only after, or during the time you are doing something. The intensity of your being is conveyed to me through the intensity you put into what you are doing, and, perhaps, your motives for doing it.

Instead of tall, dark and handsome, or elegant and graceful, I sense you as benevolent, or gracious. I know you from the amount of love you put into what you are doing, or the hate you manifest doing it. To me you are not six feet tall, but five fold generous, or perhaps ice cold greedy. There are a million ways I might know this, or see it through my body's senses in another universe.

Coming through my eyes, you might be a spectrum of colors, kind of like the aura people often speak about. Or you might be a combination of sounds emanating from deep, rich, warm to high, thin, reedy. Perhaps you would simply be known by the heat you produce, or even the heat you suck away from those close by, and maybe you would even have a difference in density, like fog and clouds. However it was that I knew it was you, it would have nothing to do with anything like how much money you had, or the size of your home, or the color of your hair. I wouldn't care if you managed to circumnavigate my space, legless, or on a state of the art motorcycle, or Rolls Royce. That would all be irrelevant in this universe. There would be no personal space beyond thoughts and emotions and these would manifest to others only by how they related to other beings when doing something.

You would simply be what you did. Your attractiveness to me would depend on your true nature and while there would still be a huge spectrum of personal appeal, it would not be based on the same standards at all.

I would like to think this might be a better world, but the more I think about it, the more I doubt it. In the long run, the same basic problems would probably still manifest. As long as we remain who we are at our core, we project the same energy out into the world. It might be less hidden by the facade of bodies and money and all the things money can buy, but in the end, I am what I am and so is everyone else.

Power has a way of finding its own level and the desire for power creates a centrifuge that distorts everything until someone pulls the plug. It is the strength of my desire to manipulate the universe around me that directs my power through my actions. Humanity will continue to cycle through the same phases again and again in every shape and every form and every conceivable way. Any dreams I have of making it better can only start with me and how I respond to the pressure around me. Anything more than that is out of my control.

Still, I dream of a world where goodness becomes the gold standard.