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Compassionate Warriors: Kindness as Self-Defense by Mark Hatmaker

 




We shall begin with two lovely quotes to light the path, then express distaste for why the argument may even need to be made, talk disappointed monkeys with long memories, tangled webs/cognitive load and then, if we’ve walked the path rightly wind up back where we started.

To the wise and good man the whole earth is his fatherland.”--Democritus

That quote is not mere platitude, Democritus was well-travelled in a day when travelling was h-a-r-d and, unlike many professors of doctrine, he “ate his own cooking’”, that is, practiced what he preached. He esteemed the value of “cheerfulness” in inward and outward demeanor and was known widely as “The Laughing Philosopher” because, well, I’ll bet you can guess…

Our next path-light is a blessing of a Navajo ideal.

I have been to the end of the earth.

I have been to the end of the waters.

I have been to the end of the sky.

I have been to the end of the mountains.

I have found none that are not my friends.”

Astonishingly similar messages—thousands of miles and thousands of years apart.

Both make claims for travelling far and finding friends everywhere, finding kinship not just where one began, but where one stands at any given moment.

On the surface both beacon insights are simply lovely bon-bons. We admire them, chew them a bit in the mind and move on to our next petty annoyance or, more commonly, indifference to humanity that is not housed under our own roofs.

Now, were Democritus and our Navajo Warrior simply remarkably lucky in that they met none who were unpleasant?

In harsh unforgiving landscapes and times? Unlikely.

Rather, Democritus provides the key, the “wise and good” man or woman finds home everywhere. I wager our Navajo warrior would agree. The common denominator is not that either of these travelers was simply lucky in who they encountered, it is rather that all the travelers who met Democritus and our Navajo Warrior were the lucky ones.

These met ones were walking their own paths when they encountered good and wise men determined to know them, travelers determined not merely to collide and skew off in the billiard randomness of earthly encounters; rather the wise and good were determined to meet and enjoy friends---everywhere.

The common denominator is not luck in who is met, but choice in the demeanor in who is doing the meeting.

The Distasteful Bit

If you already have an eye that being just and good and pleasantly demeanored is a given, then the calculating “Why it is wise to be compassionate and kind” that follow may sit bitter on the tongue.

I get that.

Personally, I feel that the right thing to do is the right thing to do and has no need of “justification” but…I offer what follows in response to certain “life-hack” advice that treats people as means rather than people.

Advice that smacks of “using relationships as strategies” or “paths to power” or sees people as “pawns to seduce” rather than the ars gratia artis joys that they are.



Simian Bookkeepers

Mammals are social bookkeepers—primates, in particular. [Humans, perhaps even more so as we often write it all down to recall who was naughty and who was nice—those are called history books in school.]

Animal ethologists have been probing simian behavior for decades. Pertinent to today’s sermon, monkeys and apes of all kinds have been subjected to an experiment in fairness which, in essence takes the following form.

·        Monkey A learns that performing Task A reaps a cucumber slice as a reward.

·        Monkey B is brought in, performs the same task but receives a more coveted sweet grape as reward rather than the cucumber slice.

·        Monkey A is allowed to witness this disparity in treatment, when Monkey A performs Task A and receives the next cucumber slice, Monkey A often tosses it in disgust.

·        Monkey A is exhibiting a sense of justice, is saying via action, “WTF? He gets a grape and I get this friggin’ cucumber?”

·        Reciprocity is in our marrowbones.

·        Monkey A feels slighted.

·        If Monkey B sees Monkey A continually “short-changed” at some point Monkey B will earn a grape and then offer it to Monkey A.

·        Monkey A accepts gratefully and often in turn shares their next reward or grooms Monkey B.

·        Selfish unthinking behavior was the expected. T’is not the case, at least not with most monkeys.

Self-Experiment in Recollection

You ever hold a door for a stranger?

Likely you have. If so, three outcomes may have occurred.

One-You hold the door, they say, “Thank you” you feel good, they feel good, likely you a wee bit better as the Action-Taker.

Two-You hold the door, they say, “Thank you” and in turn hold the next door for you or for someone else in reciprocity for what they just experienced. You feel good, they feel good, you feel even better if you see them door-holding as you feel that you started that cascade of kindness.

Three-You hold the door, they say…nothing. Just walk through without a look back. You contemplate pulling the door off the hinges and bashing them with it. You don’t but you ponder it like a cucumber slice throwing monkey.

The ungrateful feel, well, nothing. You on the other hand, you don’t really feel worse, or that you’re a dupe for even trying to be kind. You feel oddly benevolent, sort of a position of, “Well, at least some of us still value manners/reciprocity.”

All though your kindness was ignored, there is still a burst of gene-deep “I did the right thing.”[And btw—You did. Good on you.]

To be clear, our door-handling reaps positive rewards and thanks yous and reciprocities far far more often than Captain and Mistress Oblivious nothings.

We primates keep tabs, it is the foundation of our sense of justice, our sense of fairness.

We are social bookkeepers with an eye on keeping accounts equitable.

And there we begin to see the wisdom that Democritus and our Navajo Warrior profess. Rather than simply repaying social debts [“Oh, he held a door for me, now I’ll pay it forward.”] Our Compassionate Warrior becomes the initiator in all compassionate kindnesses that he or she can. The Compassionate Warrior knows that reciprocity and cascading actions are the norm far above the outlier of the vacuum of indifference.

Our acts [good or bad] are essentially cue-balls on breaks sending a cascade of similar effects along the other players we make contact with.

No matter how far Democritus, the Navajo Warrior or, perhaps you travel, the initiating action of kindness has good odds that you will reap like in return.

Tangled Webs & Cognitive Load

Oh, what a tangled web we weave,

When first we practice to deceive.”-Walter Scott, Marmion: A Tale of Flodden Field

The liar must keep up with what lie was told to who, and the add-on lies that were told to support lie number one.

Lies take a good deal of cognitive effort; truths not nearly as much bandwidth.

The same holds for our cue-ball of action. If we begin cascades of kindness, never do we sweat, “Will this come back to bite me?”

Whereas if our day is filled with flipping off this driver, rude to that server, abrupt with that loved one, tweeted that bit of venom, well, only the Good Lord knows why that person might be walking straight towards you in the parking lot, or what is in your creamy bisque serving at the restaurant, or what the loved one ponders while you are away being unpleasant elsewhere.

Kind actions require little cognitive and strategic bandwidth.

Unkind and mendacious actions, well, a lot of time and energy must go into preservation/protection of the initial action you instigated.

Allies and Enemies

The Compassionate Warrior via small acts [door holding etc.] is creating an immediate tribe of allies in each “fatherland” visited.

Aesthetically, one is kind because it is the thing to do.

Strategically, well, it is far wiser to be kind than unkind.

Two Beacons One More Time

To the wise and good man the whole earth is his fatherland.”--Democritus

“I have been to the end of the earth.

I have been to the end of the waters.

I have been to the end of the sky.

I have been to the end of the mountains.

I have found none that are not my friends.”

To Compassionate Wise and Good Warriors everywhere!

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