Leonard Cohen has died and Donald Trump is elected president. Although these two events seem unrelated, there may be a subtle connection that we can intuit but cannot put into words. Perhaps that is the way with all things — we sense some force moving in the substratum, but it is elusive, and thus we go about as if everything is what it appears to be, and for us, that does seem to be true.
Everyone has their own reaction to what they perceive, their own unique and specific interpretation, but there is only one reality, although it is mostly hidden behind our ideas and beliefs. We don’t know what that reality is, and it is probably better that we do not, because to know what is going to happen would make the whole adventure predictable, and how boring would that be, how lame — to know the story’s ending? People imagine they would be better off if they knew what is going to happen, so they cast their astrology charts, visit the psychics, and pour over the opinions of the futurists. Humans are funny that way, they want to know, but not really.
Leonard Cohen came to the Zen Monastery nearly 50 years ago and he played his songs for us. I knew that one day he would die, but that did not spoil the music, it simply made it more poignant. One day I will die, and I will hear the music that we all make as we drop off these costumes and blend into eternity, and the force moving in the substratum will no longer be so elusive — you may intuit I am that, and you are too, but you will not be able to say it with any conviction, at least not yet.