What is left now for you to do, except to follow the tunes of that inner jingle which makes you the solitary? Why emerge into the surface before that ceremony is completed? Are you too curious? Or are you too scared that time will fly by without you? Is that even possible?
These surface creatures can detect the need of your inner path, and for that their wisdom is beyond their surface. They reject your sneaky appearance -- 'you cannot be one among us, if the timing is wrong!' they say. 'Go under and beneath, and emerge when it is time for you -- we will meet you there, perhaps in a different form than you see us now'. Why do you blame them for not wanting what they do not deserve? Don't you know the moon wants to shine only when there is no sun? Can you blame the moon's modesty? Is it true you are in love with a pompous moon?
What are you afraid of besides the exploding gush of your own heart? Why do you scream "Aaahhh!" when you are the pin prick yourself? Are you a watchman who cannot stop looking at the clock?
Forget about the arrows of time -- only then will you grow!
The world will wait for you -- eagerly for your show!
03 November 2007
31 October 2007
Portraits
There is a typical feeling, a flavor to one's overall experience. It is what one 'gets out of' one's experience, and it is what determines one's experience too.This feeling summarizes the story of one's life, its tempo, its music, its crests and troughs. To wit:
>> The tragic ones: They feel that they never get what they deserve. And there is truth to this feeling. They come periliously close to the prize many times, but some accident or the other takes the better of them, and they end up settling for something which they believe betrays their inner greatness. Second-prize winners! (The intelligent sensitive schoolboy can't figure out why the beautiful girl he has a crush on, is busy flirting with a rich flathead against her own better judgment). They sniff out imperfections in others -- even though this does not deter their commitment to others -- just so that they can feel incomplete again. Around them everything becomes tragic. They always feel this discordance between the inner and the outer. They constantly scream out loudly, but no one can hear them. This is their tragedy, which is completely rounded/contained in itself -- which means they cannot speak about their inner Angst with others, or share this tragedy with someone else to ameliorate their pain, without feeling betrayed by the others. The wise among them accept this tragic fate of theirs, jusfitifying this fate as what belongs to the elite and the selected. And thus they come to have pride in themselves.
>> The lucky ones: They always get more than they deserve. Procrastinators who get the work done! They have a knack for timing; not the most diligent, but the most effective. Women like them. By hook or crook, they find a solution for everything. Selective sense of hearing; not interested in saving the world. Their typical experience lacks depth, but it is practical and pleasant. Always seem forgetful of suffering. Do not know themselves, but that does not matter! Around them everything becomes oblivious and light-hearted.
>> The perfect ones: They always get what they deserve. But their trick is to limit themselves, willingly and hence arbitrarily. Meaning: they do not mess around with what is alien and foreign because they respect their limits. But they respect their limits, because they do not want to mess around with the alien and the foreign! A self-contradiction! Which they sanctify as a desire for self-knowledge... Good at drawing perfect circles! Good at squandering a lot for gaining nothing. They radiate because they burn out. They donate because they inherit. They can cure because they bite. Champions of rebirth - they live because they have already died. The feminine. Around them everything becomes divine.
>> The tragic ones: They feel that they never get what they deserve. And there is truth to this feeling. They come periliously close to the prize many times, but some accident or the other takes the better of them, and they end up settling for something which they believe betrays their inner greatness. Second-prize winners! (The intelligent sensitive schoolboy can't figure out why the beautiful girl he has a crush on, is busy flirting with a rich flathead against her own better judgment). They sniff out imperfections in others -- even though this does not deter their commitment to others -- just so that they can feel incomplete again. Around them everything becomes tragic. They always feel this discordance between the inner and the outer. They constantly scream out loudly, but no one can hear them. This is their tragedy, which is completely rounded/contained in itself -- which means they cannot speak about their inner Angst with others, or share this tragedy with someone else to ameliorate their pain, without feeling betrayed by the others. The wise among them accept this tragic fate of theirs, jusfitifying this fate as what belongs to the elite and the selected. And thus they come to have pride in themselves.
>> The lucky ones: They always get more than they deserve. Procrastinators who get the work done! They have a knack for timing; not the most diligent, but the most effective. Women like them. By hook or crook, they find a solution for everything. Selective sense of hearing; not interested in saving the world. Their typical experience lacks depth, but it is practical and pleasant. Always seem forgetful of suffering. Do not know themselves, but that does not matter! Around them everything becomes oblivious and light-hearted.
>> The perfect ones: They always get what they deserve. But their trick is to limit themselves, willingly and hence arbitrarily. Meaning: they do not mess around with what is alien and foreign because they respect their limits. But they respect their limits, because they do not want to mess around with the alien and the foreign! A self-contradiction! Which they sanctify as a desire for self-knowledge... Good at drawing perfect circles! Good at squandering a lot for gaining nothing. They radiate because they burn out. They donate because they inherit. They can cure because they bite. Champions of rebirth - they live because they have already died. The feminine. Around them everything becomes divine.
01 October 2007
Crack in the ark
Everything he knew fell by the wayside. He proceeded to engulf himself within the austere gates of solemnity, hoping to submit to the blind dictation of inconsummate shrieks. Suddenly the gates opened, and he was greeted by the fluffy entrails of non-gravité, even though he had fallen into autumn inside his head. He sprang about as he walked, but with jerkless knee. Stirring the whispers as he did, he lent his ears to the sweet music of solitude, adding a note with his waving hand as he blew the trumphet of his rebirth. The monotonous ticktock was reset, and he moved its hands with the beat of his rhythm. His past was shut behind him, except for those brief moments of kaleidoscope when the former struck him with bolts of lightening, as if it cut though an imaginary key-hole. Now he restrained himself with no other soul, but he lived for every spirit, announcing his blitzkrieg on the whole as he did. Under seizure, he commanded a caesura with homo natura. All his ukases were now offset by a duration of silence...
17 September 2007
Heidegger's muse
Heidegger dares to think the 'unthought' in other thinkers. But at the same time he points out that the more original a thinker's thought, more the unthought in him, the more he fails to comes to grips with what he thinks. Heidegger's thought, in this sense, may be termed un-original - it does not allow itself to leap into the fertile patch of obscurity. His thought abandons a certain kind of unreflective innocence - it is almost too serious, too morose, too self-absorbed, too proud. And for this very same reason, his philosophy opts the path of safety; it always makes a safe bet, because it first wants to secure for itself the second best place from which it then hopes to aim for the stars (if it can hope at all).
But this passivity is also the 'woman' in Heidegger's thought, which says, "I cannot love but I want to be loved." The latter, more than anything. This 'woman' refuses to be tied down, almost to the point of being promiscuous. She jumps from one nook to another, eternally afraid of being 'pinned down', since to settle is to enter the very unthinking-domain of creative obscurity. She bails herself out of every situation that might define and limit her. (Why? Because she has already limited herself in a deeper sense?) She washes her hands off the risks of existence. She wants to be free, out of irresponsibility.
But this passivity is also the 'woman' in Heidegger's thought, which says, "I cannot love but I want to be loved." The latter, more than anything. This 'woman' refuses to be tied down, almost to the point of being promiscuous. She jumps from one nook to another, eternally afraid of being 'pinned down', since to settle is to enter the very unthinking-domain of creative obscurity. She bails herself out of every situation that might define and limit her. (Why? Because she has already limited herself in a deeper sense?) She washes her hands off the risks of existence. She wants to be free, out of irresponsibility.
Limbo
The mere thinkability of a thought is not a proof of its truth. Nevertheless, this very thinkability makes the thought irrefutable. So it is with the vestibule we call life - irrefutable, but not yet true.
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