The dream

When we are not feeling love we are wandering aimlessly in a meaningless dream.

While it may be entertaining, mundane, or at times filled with terror and anguish, without feeling love, it does not mean anything at all.

"It's not a dream" you say. "Certainly I am more than nothing! Clearly, my actions make a difference."

"Prove it" I kindly reply, pointing to the inescapable relativity of all things and thoughts and the impermanence of every structure.

You respond, "Life has unspeakable cruelty and insufferable pain."

Bouncing a crying baby on my knee I suggest, "So does a nightmare"

So here we are thinking about ethics, poverty, compassion, war, and nonviolent action, while stuck with tools made from frothy relativistic dreamstuff.

Is there an ethical framework that works here, there, and everywhere, even in dreams, even in nightmares?