The events of the last six months have kind of gotten me jammed to silence. Kind of like those old 80’s synthesizer keyboards, if you maxed out their polyphony—playing more notes than they could output at a time—you just got silence. I just feel numb and I really shouldn’t, there are millions of people in Africa and Yemen on the cusp of starving to death in addition to everything the news makes you aware of. I think the Buddhist notion of compassion with detachment is a feat. Not something I can muster, maybe because of my neurophysiology I don’t know. Detachment for me doesn’t come without the consummate numbness.
Therapy is supposed to give you access to all kinds of extra tools and emotional experiences, kind of like being an organist and getting an upgraded organ that has twice as many registers. Perhaps the psychologically healthy person can be compassionate and detached. But I don’t get how that changes things in the realm of observable action. Our actions are often an answer to pain or discomfort. For example getting something to eat because you’re hungry. If one is detached that takes the “pain” of the compassion which is the thing that would goad a person to action. Because love is so often borne out of pain.