A yogi stands on the battlefield of an impending conflict. He can see in the faces of his compatriots and rivals the inevitable history that's brought them there. He can see that friends and villains alike need care, support, resources, and autonomy. He knows the earth cannot provide for every desire and that civilization groans under the weight of its own expansion. He knows there will be mass chaos and too many deaths to count. What should he do? How can he help?
We're talking about Arjuna at Kurukshetra, pleading to Krishna for advice. But we might as well be talking about our own lives on the precipice of climate disaster. What does the Gita have to say about taking action in times of critical uncertainty? How can knowledge and service be supported by longing and devotion? How can robust personal action lead away from pride, and into an understanding of interdependence?