The margin is
getting crowded these days. So many are marginalised: poor, disabled, sick, homeless,
imprisoned; widows, orphans, singles, divorced; gays, and straights who object
to gays; religions victimised for their righteousness; various races in various
places; even the rich. Many people do not like the rich, more envy them, and
they will never know if they have any true friends. Even Jesus sent away the
rich young man: his only recourse was to become less rich.
The default is thought to be health:
a trip to the medical rooms shows young, old, and in-betweens: the default is actually, as Buddha
says, suffering. Myriad names for mental illness depict the default as sane
lucidity: there are priests, politicians and media magicians who demonstrate the
default as opinionated folly.
With so many marginalised, often marginalising
each other, my question is: where’s the page? Jesus had compassion for all the marginalised
(including the rich young man, with all his responsibilities; not so the
righteous). His favourites were sex workers and tax collectors: go figure.
Perhaps the page is the Way. Jesus
called himself the Way; the Tao Te Ching says the Way is nameless. The page is
blank: what do we write there?
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