I had intended to write about the nature of form and structure. A very abstract look at the notion and origins of form itself. A topic I find completely fascinating, but even though my ideas are well formed I was having trouble even getting past the title. What I have been asked repeatedly is this. Why are you here?
This is one of those questions that we can only answer for ourselves. We are the ones that pluck the meaning from the story of our lives. We highlight our joys, and shut away our shame. The immediate answer was this. It's the greatest drug ever. I always laughed at the anti-drug commercial from my youth.
Friends and I would laugh, and giggle as we said I wanna be a junkie when I grow up. The very concept of being alive or dead is rolled up in this. Notions of good, and evil, right and wrong. This is why I get such a charged reaction people how say things like "it's all good". I mean do you think before you say this? I know in the absolute there are no distinctions, and can be no distinctions. This is not a place of the infinite, this is a place to be finite. If all are infinite, and eternal Bliss evermore, it becomes as ash. You become the zombies that are so popular. Your hunger for life never sated, how can it be, you've defined yourself as infinite. If infinite is what we truly are, the finite is our holiday. A break from being all, knowing all. All power no surprise, no mystery. To put it a different way this is the only place in all of creation where there seems to be chance. More eloquently expressed as "can't see the forest for the trees". For this next part I am still learning, and because it is something I'm still working through I see it so clearly in others personal responsibility. In our furious rush toward the light we seem to be losing sight of the hard won lessons of darkness. That the choice to be God, or creator of your own reality, all those seemingly freeing concepts used by the misguided, the misunderstood, the deceitful. Lead not to abandonment of responsibility, but to the yoke of enslavement to your own creations.
There is so much talk about mind over matter,and so many great sayings that apply. "If you don't mind, it don't matter", "Out of sight, out of mind", and more recently "The Immaterial has become, Immaterial" The idea being if you can not conceive of it, or see it, it does not matter. Condensed even farther down to if it's not matter, it does not matter. So many use these as ideas to free themselves from the shackles of morality. When I say morality I don't mean of any spiritual, sexual, or individual choices of lifestyle of any particular group. I mean it in a very simple way. Violence of any kinda is not moral. By violence I mean the act of violating the will of another, or attempting to impose your will on another through any means. An example of this might be, if you take the mind and spirit away from the potter, you'll end up with an ugly lump of clay.
In closing I'd like say thanks to my Mom, for suffering through the distance created for me to learn be responsible for my own mess.
Jack
aka
PanseyBard
This is one of those questions that we can only answer for ourselves. We are the ones that pluck the meaning from the story of our lives. We highlight our joys, and shut away our shame. The immediate answer was this. It's the greatest drug ever. I always laughed at the anti-drug commercial from my youth.
There is so much talk about mind over matter,and so many great sayings that apply. "If you don't mind, it don't matter", "Out of sight, out of mind", and more recently "The Immaterial has become, Immaterial" The idea being if you can not conceive of it, or see it, it does not matter. Condensed even farther down to if it's not matter, it does not matter. So many use these as ideas to free themselves from the shackles of morality. When I say morality I don't mean of any spiritual, sexual, or individual choices of lifestyle of any particular group. I mean it in a very simple way. Violence of any kinda is not moral. By violence I mean the act of violating the will of another, or attempting to impose your will on another through any means. An example of this might be, if you take the mind and spirit away from the potter, you'll end up with an ugly lump of clay.
In closing I'd like say thanks to my Mom, for suffering through the distance created for me to learn be responsible for my own mess.
Jack
aka
PanseyBard
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