Life and Expression

His life has a deep internal logic -- a consequence of him having surveyed and soared over the entirety of being. And the profundity of this experience is buried inside him, although alive, bringing him to the verge of a threshold. All he needs, he deems, is an expression of this experience, whether as a deed or a journey, a piece of writing or a touchdown. This expression would then complete and round up what has already achieved an internal completion, by externalizing this experience, and thus bringing the external world up to speed. He adds up his life and the expression to envision a totality. And so as he expresses himself, he proclaims that the threshold has been crossed over. The temperature increases, there is a 'quickening of the faculties', a gasping of breath, as if life itself is nearing its end -- expression as eschathology!
But then when the summit has been reached, and he screams out in jubilation, all he hears is his own hollow echo. What has happened? What has gone wrong? He looks around and about, and he denies the echo. Has the world not reached a conclusion? Is his logic faulty? But then he learns that he has to go on. Life has not ended. Maybe it has given birth to something through him, but it lives on. He sees this when he recognizes that not all of the experiences that constitutes his inner being were ready for expression. Sure, they know the lines but they are still unwilling to come onto the stage. So the expression cannot be just added to the entirety of his being, as the last unit of the latter, but rather it is the other side of his internal experience, which is invoked only when its time arrives and not before that. The division of the internal and the external world is illusory at best. And so he marches on with life, recognizing that by expressing himself he has gained life, and not exhausted it. The totality needs to be repeated on a different sphere now.