A chipmunk chases this midsummer morning along the back fence. Back and forth she scampers, turning and repeating her route over and again, moved by some inner compulsion. Unaware of the breeze and ignoring the birdsong, she doggedly retraces her steps. What has she missed? What has she found?
Pokémon Go, a brilliant mobile app just released, has millions of players out of their homes, their cars and their usual routines, seeking and capturing virtual Pokémon in the real world. The streets and parks are filled with people day and night. It seems we are all looking for something. There was a wild “Pidgey” in my bathroom yesterday.
Perhaps this experiment, the one we’ve unknowingly been a part of, has merely capitalized on an instinct we came here with. This idea of pursuit (in this case, pursuit of “the light”) is just too delicious. Once it grabs hold of either man or beast, it drives everything.
It all seems propelled by an inner sense of longing. There are the everyday desires for food, shelter, vitality, fun, sex and sleep. There are though deeper, undefined longings.
Some will name these cravings for god or forgiveness or home. Once found, we expect to realize a sense of finally belonging. A sigh of relief brings an in breath of peace. We are home.