Belay on?

It is smack dab in the middle of Paideia in my line of work. This is a greek word that roughly translates into "learning from other sources"-- and in practice looks like the same class all day everyday for almost 3 weeks. Some would say this could be very difficult, but I am lucky, lucky as I am at a climbing gym with two other teachers and 35 (!) young'uns. Today I only climbed once, but I clawed my way to the top of the boulder cave twice (I went up the corner with the least steep overhang). Yesterday I climbed three times and loved every second of it.

What a world. I am teaching rock climbing to future rock stars while somewhere deep in a far away place a woman whose name I do not know is a sex slave to mercilessness; while in a country I can't find on a map a young boy is learing how to shoot people; while the daffodils sleep under the snow; and while all our futures percolate out there. Is it possible for beings to live simultaneous incarnations? and if so: what do we gain from these parellel experiences?

I once lived with a beagle who inspired this theory of the simulltaneous incarnation and ever since I lusted after Garett's life I haven't really stopped considering the possibilities and ramifications of being both the sleeping dog and the paper-grading, lesson planning, rock-climbing dog moma. If the mystics are right-- and everything is connected on an ontological level (and that is the secret?!) then this theory of existance is true, kinda. It could imply that the woman living under a merciless enslavement is also a rock-climbing teacher here in the Valley, and that we are also learning to shoot people with a gun almost bigger than we are.

But what is the point? I feel that it really comes back to this question more than it dosen't. What is the lesson-- probably so obvious-- that the nature of our embodied self can not figure out?