I have been intentionally exploring the various levels of maturity this week by actually doing things that are appropriate to each of the seven defined levels. These levels are a little arbitrary but by defining each of them with words it becomes easier to discuss the ideas, motivations, and habits propelling the actions typical to each level.

The  Ourora is only now becoming a technical possibility for a human to potentially build things that would, over vast periods of time and space, influence matter into becoming an intelligence-driven system. It is obviously speculative but it completes the human drive to become more mature and influential. Just stating this possibility is as far as I can carry this quest at the moment and it might be called a pico-Ourora.

My sage-level quests are rather feeble also, but creating this theory for advancing humanity’s maturity by stating and demonstrating the goals and methods for each of the defined levels shows some sage-like qualities.

I explored maturity last week when I intentionally did several things that were intended to improve the health and ease of the people of Bend, Oregon. We have had some large winter snowstorms coupled with melting and refreezing that led to at least fourteen people falling where a particular sidewalk crossed an alley. One fall caused a serious injury. The exact crossing may have been the responsibility of the city but they were overwhelmed with other problems.

I borrowed a tough shovel and managed to chip through several inches of very irregular ice down to the sidewalk. Then for the rest of the week I cleaned it several more times at least to the point of it being level, with some gravel on it so it was easy to walk on. There was zero pay for doing this physically difficult task other than the knowledge that it was probably saving people whom I don’t know from falling. They will never know they didn’t fall, because they didn’t even slip, but many people had fallen there, so probably, if I hadn’t fixed it, some of the people that came along later would have fallen.

A few days after this first shoveling I was in conversation with a dozen people on how to live better and be more mature and it had devolved into personal feelings of love for oneself and of feeling love for others and always living exclusively in the present moment. I felt restless with the talk and quietly departed for five minutes and went out and shoveled some slushy snow before it refroze. For me at least those few minutes of shoveling were more valuable than the two hours of talk because it was doing something for others’ wellbeing rather than for my personal self-aggrandizement. Of course, I did feel contentment for doing something worthwhile for every person who walked along that sidewalk.

Chopping wood and carrying water can be done at any level of maturity and the value depends upon the foresight and motivation.