Addicted to Action

We had thought that what was done -- be it social action, celebration of Eucharist, study or any number of acts -- was important, as though action were the only way of making things real, or of acknowledging how real they might be.  They had reality -- they were factual (or not) -- apart from us, and we became more real for our doing of them.  Perhaps the concern with doing, with action, only limited our capacity to provide a truer, if less substantive, sense of being.

It is perhaps our discomfort with what is most real that made us less satisfied with nothing to do.  Even meditation had to conclude with a resolution to do something, a putting into practice whatever had been the focus of meditation -- which had itself been framed as an activity.