“We’re all bozos on this bus,” said the Firesign Theater in the 1970’s. I first heard it sometime in the past ten years from someone who was learning to work with her judgments, both of herself and others.
We both took it in the most loving way–that we’re all in this (life) together. We all bumble, look and act ridiculous sometimes, can be very amusing, and are ultimately well-meaning. Pretty much every silly thing I see others doing, I’ve done myself (and vice versa, I think).
When we can accept this truth, our suffering diminishes. Our sense of righteousness and separation dissolves when we let go of seeing ourselves as superior or inferior to others. Compassion can grow.
Seeing ourselves and others this way can also help us to be more playful and creative. Since I know I’m one of billions of bozos, I can let loose and be a little goofier than if I am judging and fearing judgment.
Photos: an abandoned circus truck in Sravasti, India, 2007