There is a quality of humor that comes with seeing everything as God, and therefore is a part of our conscious awakening to that reality. Going by my experience, underlying even our outrage is the tickling reminder that it’s no more or less than a sacred part of our soul’s path of realization. On my better days, I find that quite amusing.
Being disturbed by anything is, perhaps more than anything else, a loving reminder of how immature we are in our definition of what’s what. Even some honorable spiritual teachers contribute to that ignorance, if you ask me, by saying things like, “Life presents difficulties.” That’s incomplete to me (Life may present situations; our opinion of any situation is entirely on us) because my sense of how things work includes self-responsibility for how we see things. And how we see things is based solely on our definition of reality. It’s not too far-fetched to say that, at the core of life is our relationship with that responsibility. Hence, all difficulty is self-created. Joy as well. And in that view of things for me is truly endless humor.
As I’ve said elsewhere, the single most important thing about Trump may be that he can be the trigger, but not the cause, of whatever anyone thinks or feels about him.
To believe that anything other than our own perception is responsible for our every opinion and feeling is the nut of delusion we spend however many incarnations it takes to free ourselves of so that our soul may dance consciously in the ever-new Bliss that is the essence of everything. Which includes all the nonsense along the way we mistook for something other than a sacred teacher.