Generica is the term my Bisbee friend Dennis Nelson uses to describe a paved-over, malled-over America, where everything not only looks alike but is suffocating from sameness, a sameness that seeks to disguise the openness, the impermanence, and the fragility of existence, of our lives.
We humans shield ourselves from life itself, from the contingency and the vulnerability of life, with Generica. We buy the same computers, the same clothes, the same automobiles, the same perfect smiles, the same trim waistlines, the same perfect breasts, and all the while dying to the energies and the vitality of life itself.
"He who wears a blue suit won't die."
Life itself is what is exposed when our defenses and our schemes are breached, when the cracks appear, and when the light breaks in.
Life itself is the shared and common experience of life itself for all humans, the fears, the joys, the suffering, the change, the decline, all of it.
Life itself is what is awaiting us when we wake up.
More than anything else, I think Jesus was asking us to surrender ourselves to life itself, to awaken our hearts, to open ourselves to the world and to others, and that to live like this is what he meant by God’s Kingdom, God’s imperial reign, where we are reminded in every way and every turn of our common fate and our common joy and our common suffering.