Thursday, June 25, 2009

An entangled mind

You are numb! You are so confused about your interactions in the world that you strangle yourself into submission! You hold on to control, you have expectations from other people. You assume that the world should assume your values, and your philosophy. You are so caught up with perfection, by thinking before you are acting that you kill your life. You are not a dancer, you are seated and chasing the high of perfection with your mind. You are consumed and dead. The dancer dances all over confusion, he skips and twirls right through what is bothering him. He overcomes the boundaries of himself by letting go of the imaginary walls of values that stop his dance. He is free to roam his world. He isn't concerned with good or evil - he is concerned with dancing the human dance. A clear oasis of life because he is no concerned with anything. His mind is the most healthy of all - for he represses nothing. The dancer is the only human being that is alive. The dancer is not concerned with trying to create a perfect moment, relationship or existence, he is concerned with dancing over the fact that no such perfection exists. He does not feel guilt for making mistakes or having his feelings change - for that is in the nature of being. The ones that are so concerned with these events, individuals with pointless thoughts, never live, for they remain numb!

To be alive is to live as a human - in all our scattered, miserable and beautiful moments. Knowledge is not everything and you must not tire yourself in the search for it in order to live, you must act with human instinct. Embrace your instinct. Embrace your neighbor's instincts. As you allow others to breathe the air you breathe, let others breathe their desires as you do. We are all too human. Dance without boundary. Smile and enjoy the zest of life. Let go of your morals that ensure pointlessness, you don't need the headaches! Embrace your insecurities and create invisible virtue! Enjoy the flowers that blossom in front of your face!

A look at comfort

What is it that man seeks? Ultimately his greatest desire, is security. We leap into the fire to learn about ourselves, only to return to our ever so comfortable ways. We all look forward to comfort, one might even say that the lust for hard work is born out of comfort. For isn't it so that the end of the tunnel of hard work is rest? The end of a period of loneliness is comfort in another's arms. For even the end of the quest for the meaning of life or the mind of God is a comfort issue, we want to feel in place, in bedded to the world. Meaning provides such comfort as it gives the individual a sense of 'must act like so'. It is comfortable as it dictates the course of action for individuals, thus removing the responsibility behind their choice.

Falling into place, like a jigsaw piece into the puzzle is by far the most comfortable route to take. It means you will not move, but will be held together by the might of others. For we are mammals, comfort means we will survive.

For those whom seek the greatest fruits of life, they must take a leap out of what they are accustomed to. Plunge into the fire, without malice, but as a traveler. To take your spirit to a level you have never reached before, to find yourself and understand yourself. Do not simply look at the disaster the fire has caused, look at the catalyst is has been in reinvigorating your being. Once you step out of the fire you will have battled it with your own might, your own self with tools that you were not aware you had. You will be elevated compared to where you were before the scourge.

With this elevation, one can find greater places to plant their feet. This place will surely give you greater comfort, alike climbing a staircase. One step up only leads you to stand still on a higher plain.

One can also move in and out of their sanctuary. Understand themselves, within themselves. The moments of awe, the moments of self love are surely the sweetest tasting fruits of all. For another can love you whilst your self-love is absent, but one with self-love is validated without the need of others.

This self-love is not selfish. It is knowing you will die, but living in an aura of serenity. Being of the self, aware of your being, selfish in that you hold this self-love high on it's deserved pedestal., but selfless in that your sense of empathy guides your interactions with others. You do not repress your instincts because you are a slave, simply other peoples feelings of goodness serve your basic instinct. You are holy without God. Good, without fear. You simply understand other people and act to produce genuine feelings from them. You do not please them like an insecure being, you are simply willing to give up what you have for another. Your self-love is so grand that, all you care for is serenity. Knowing that you must strive to create your life as an abode of serenity, you do not chase the ever so fleeting highs of knowledge. Your instinct now is to live the serene. Be the tranquil. It doesn't matter if you are a king or cleaner, the measure of a man is his serenity. His ability to be in ecstasy of life, whilst other row and miss the point. Why row if there may be no point? Why harm if there may be no point? Why chase the tail of your ego if there may be no point?

Live in your moment, inside your sanctuary, and when others want to join invite them in in herds.

Care for despair

If this world is an abyss, if this world and my life means nothing, who cares? If it means nothing it should take the care for despair away. Let me illuminate and stimulate my existence. We still have the abstract to play with, this abstract life. We have spirit, imagination and serenity without God. Creativity, in the moments that we are alive. Let us be creative with our steps. Let us taste the fruits of our being - love, exertion and thought.

Die trying to break away from your determined nature

Here I am, enclosed in a tiny room. This room is a small cube that takes up less than 0.000000000000001% of the world's space. This is my environment, I could be on the other side of the world born into poverty, but I'm not, I am here in my room with the family, friends, education and experiences that are unique to me. What I have behind me is the canvass I need for the moments in front of me. The canvass will have my portrait painted on it. At this very moment my character is in portrait, but the picture is perpetually evolving. The moments and choices in time ahead of me will continue to paint who I am.

I have this moment in the palm of my hand, evolving and unfolding like a flower blossoming in front of me. I can't see the moment pass, but I can feel the essence of time revolving. I can't see anything worthwhile for humanity or I, than to seek tranquility. Truly here, living for the universe. What a wonderful life! Say it humanity, what a wonderful life for those that can live it! I'm living it, within myself. Give me peace of mind in the moments ahead of me, for time can run away from those who let it. I cherish, admire, revel, ponder and love every moment I live. Each moment is a cube of wonder. The universe. The creativity of humanity. What we have become, we are experiencing it! For the humans that are enlightened, we are at the forefront of the human experience, constantly evolving.

Releasing your mind

It's not because you know more, or that you are more intelligent that your heart is unshackled, but that you have let go of what you thought you knew. You let go of what you so vehemently believed, that led you to judge. You have transformed from a bound infant into a man of the world. You know what is important in life. The smile and happiness of human beings. The freedom of not being attached to anything. The liberty of a clear oasis of thought.

Create your sanctuary

In one's sanctuary there should be true relaxation. A sanctuary full of serenity. Truly be in the moment, as you are experiencing your sanctuary. It is your time to exercise the human emotions you have inside of you, let the animal inside you burst with life. Explore your mind, body, sexuality, get to know yourself. This is a very healthy thing for any human being. Let your creativity flow. If you want to be the most powerful being in your life, you must know yourself in depth. A solitary moment in one's sanctuary shall add to your knowledge. Let your energy flow throughout your body. In your sanctuary you are not judged by anyone. You are the rule maker.

I am in a cube. A cube with transparent glass surrounding me. The glass is so clear, it doesn't even look like it's there. The roof is cut out, so i can feel the breeze course through my hair. The sun is facing my way. Above me, I have clear blue sky. Below me, I have clear blue water. I am alive. No-one else in sight. I close my eyes and I feel at home in the world. At no point in my life do i feel so alive, so absolutely beautiful. The negativity flows out of my body. I am naked for the whole world to witness. I don't care. I am free in this little abode.

The butterfly effect

The flap of a butterflies wings can obstruct the course of the world. Events lead to new events. Life is a chain, a chain of events. Take out any part of the chain dating back to birth and you will be in a different position you are in now. Events do not happen for superstitious absolutist reasons, such as "everything happens for a reason" in the sense that God intervenes. But everything happens in order to put man in his present situation. This is the reason things happen. Things simply happen to shape you my friend. Who really is wise? If no man truly knows the truth of his existence, then who can surely say they are wise? This is why events happen, to shape people. Shape them to create ideas of their own personal existence, then in turn they may become wise to what they believe. Every idea, every work of art, music, literature and dialogue stems from that person's own life events. No idea is innate. So where does that leave man? Simple, there is no God, there is no true obligation in life, just that we must exist. We create what we want in our life. We take our of life what we want. We also give to life out of our generosity. We may add to the portrait of humanity, in order to help others understand the world or we may live in a selfish abode giving nothing to each other. It is your choice, and it underpins the beauty of generosity. Because there is no obligation or control demanding generosity, an act of generosity is is a much more powerful and beautiful act. How do you want to live?

Dancing is what we do

In attempting to live a good life, we have a fear that we will fail miserably. Many of us do not know what a good life is, as there is no mode for everyone. One must define what they think a good life is and then live that life. This method is very mechanical, so much so that it may actually distract one from living a good life. Is there a happy medium or will this lead us to run in circles? The end of a good life is to build up an aura of beauty in one's existence, significance to the individual; we are happy and our happiness seeps through to generosity to other human beings. We walk down the street and smile, we look at what "is" and are able to smile at it. This is life, the "is" is above our control. It constitutes the laws of the universe, the laws the govern our everyday lives and uncertainty about the world or subjectivities, "is" is objective. It is all things that are out of our control, we may never understand what "is" is. However we must dance with "is", as we dance in the face of great thunder! We dance and choose our own movements, but it is the thunder that dictates the state of our surroundings. We never take our focus off the thunder - even whilst we are dancing with it - because we are still open to learn how to move in it's face. Why can we dance with such vivacity? Because we know that there are things that we and humanity know, things that humanity knows that we don't know, things that we think we know and most crushing of all things that the universe knows that we will never understand.

Because of this we are open to the idea that we are significant or insignificant. That we may die and end with nothing else. We are not concerned with what "isn't" and we accept what "is" with a welcoming hand. We are not afraid, nor are we attached. All we know is that we are alive and precious to ourselves, whilst we are too busy dancing. Dancing for our lives, looking at what is in front of us and acting. Every moment reminds us that the very fact that we may be insignificant gives our life significance. According to the universe, we do not matter, but according to us we are the light. Our life revolves around our minds, unique to each other. Do you not feel to be the centre of this grand universe?

We know that physically we are not the centre of the universe, but we do not know what the universe has prepared. That is why we still dance, this life we live must be laughed at. As we cultivate ourselves, our life and our gardens, we realize how beautiful life is because the only thing we know for certain is that we will die.

We have to dance, what else are we going to do? There may be no-one to save us when we fall and life isn't perfect, so what can we do other than dance?

Gateway to heaven

Our mind is the gateway to heaven on earth. It is our curse and our blessing. A stimulated mind may allow us a tranquil abode, for our mind is certainly the centre of our universe. Let us be high, exploring all that our minds can offer. Let us live by the power of our minds, the ecstasy it can provide. Let us fall into our imagination as if we are in the middle of the ocean. Let us know the limits of our mind and the adventure it can provide.

Thrusts of love

The driving force of man - the will to life? Slapped onto the earth with the goal of reproduction, amongst the confusion of who we are surrounded by. Some of us find our will to life a veracious journey, hot then cold, up then down. Sometimes we don't feel the serenity of the love. We try to fit ourselves into a predetermined structure of love - some inevitably fail to conform. It feels as if we are materialistic beings in action, but surrounded by a mist of colorful love. Shooting us like the arrow of cupid, missing us to throw us into the abyss. The more people we surround, the more we feel this mist expand and confuse us. Where is our love shooting? Alone, in the abyss we capture anyone that crosses our path. Focused with intensity, all our energy is directed at who this person is.

Some are great lovers, but woeful companions. We are all subject to the thrusts of love. Some of our lives depend on it, others disregard it. It dominates our minds and fantasy. I am thrown into the deep dark abyss - in the name of love - and then slammed into indecisive angst. The blind motion of our hearts. Is it blind or is it genius? It transgresses all boundaries. It is the driving force for creation in our life. To be at home in another human being's arms. These are the movements in which angst leaves our minds. The moments when serenity enters our hearts.

The whirlwind

The whirlwind, the whirlwind. In it's due course it carries all that lie in it's path. Dust, leaves and scrap are all wound up by the power of the whirlwind. The constituents of the whirlwind do not understand the whirl, they are caught in it's ferocity. The scraps of the whirl are controlled by the whirl. By chance they were in the whirls path, the lottery they lost. Man is caught up in this whirlwind. The lottery of birth dictates the current of the whirlwind one is to be enthralled by. Is one destined to stay in such a whirlwind forever, or may man free himself of the course the whirl takes?

Twirling around, twirling around, may I ever escape this trap? Do I want to escape my twirl? In motion I live, living I am. May I twirl as fast as I can so that I can fly. Flying I will be after I have gained my ascent. In twirling at the speed of light, one focuses on the veracity of the twirl. One cannot fly if they twirl with hints of apprehension, for no ascent is ever gained with such a weak twirl. Every man is able to twirl with speed, although not many do. Every man is a limited being, but who knows the true nature of such limits? May man reach his limits! May he beat at the door of transgression! Let us not whirl as part of the whirlwind, let us twirl in the whirlwind. Let us break free of what is holding us down.

Get on that table!

Be illuminated, be the light of your world, light up the life you lead. No matter what, man wants to live well. Be that dancer rocking the centre of the dance floor. Let others feel the light you exude. Let everything go apart from the dance you dance. What you have read about the world gives you certain idea's about the world. Everyone's ideas differ, the world may even be an idea as Schopenhauer put it. There is one constant - dancing the dance of life. Not being ashamed of being human, in all our faults. You know there is so much you don't know. You will never force another human being into following your perception, you never harm, but you always dance. You know that you don't know why you exist but you are able to jump onto table-tops and do your dance - however stupid you look - in your world of ecstasy. You are high when you are down, because the dance you dance consumes you.

Experience

Is it the goal of humanity to realize their essence or is it the goal of each individual to realize his own essence? Maybe it is up to both to find out. Is it possible for a man to create his own essence, even though his sole purpose of existence is to create more life? How sure are we that this is the only purpose for our species? Man's essence may be that he is to reproduce and if he achieve that function he has done his job. How about a man giving humanity stimulants to enjoy or at least endure life? This creates a grand problem as man may not be able to create himself entirely of the essence of his choice. Man has been made already, his mind is primed to one goal only - survival. Can we then say that it is entirely man's responsibility to create himself? Yes, we can, certain men have the ability and others simply lack the opportunity. You for example can access much of the Arts, in order to stimulate your mind. It is your responsibility to paint a portrait of yourself, on the mammal you are. You are not simply a mammal that only acts toward procreation, you are a human being that is able to reason, remember and use your common sense. You are aware of yourself and you are able to be alive, not only exist. It is your turn to ride the roller coaster, make the most of it because the ride will end.

Inadequacy

The feeling of inadequacy is one of the lowest feelings that plague our lives. It can deflate a man of his zest for life, without the zest for life a man has no reason to live in his own eyes. When his reflection in the mirror stares back at him, he can feel himself degrading before his own eyes. His reflection has no right whatsoever to claim manhood. His reflection is that of failure, as he turns to the ground he feels darkness overcoming him. Why must I be subjected to ills in this life? Why can't I be in total control over my body and life? These are questions that may never render an answer. This man must simply bring life on and seize what he has. He must not pity his condition, for pity will only stop him in his path. If he doesn't exert himself in seizing what is in his power to, he will never leave the abyss he is surrounded by. He may forget about his inadequacy and move into more powerful territory.

Falling aqua - how you know destiny

A drop of water splashes onto the pavement in front of me. As I watch it fall, time slows down for me to admire it's grace. This little droplet sure has grace as do all droplets of water. It moves through the air destined to crash onto the pavement below. This is the fate of all droplets, and the grace is that they do not expect anything more from the fall, but to crash. There is no droplet afterlife that they can look forward to, there is only the fall. Some droplets have a long fall and others a short one, is that fair?

As the droplet continues to fall in front of me, I realize it's form moving in and out of itself. It then splatters all over the pavement. Poor droplet it is forgotten forever. Is this the kind of fate I will endure? A random fall just like the droplet, only to be forgotten for the aeon's of time? If this is my fate, as it is the fate of all life, is that so bleak?

I take a step forward. I take a step back. Each step I take leaves an imprint of my shoes. In a blink of an eye, the universe collapses on top of me. I have an impact of the earth, as my footprints have shown me. Other's have an impact of my life or else i wouldn't be wearing the shoes I am wearing. Do these imprints make any difference to the universe? Are all actions fruitless, simply because of the fact that we are no more than a droplet cascading toward it's own demise? Why are we all thrown into this party, where we fear, love and hate? Why do we feel the need to protect our lives, if this party has no grand finale? Or is that the very reason why we want to live so happily? Without God, when death is the end of your life, yet the party continues, why should anyone care for anything except for the peace of their mind? Why should we listen to those that believe they know what exists outside this life? Cannot we simply enjoy the art of living, living for this life and be content with no more? Why are we labeled as evil if we want to live on our own accord, with no attachment to God, provided we do not harm others? Why can't you take responsibility for your own actions and make your choices without the man testing you? Don't you want to dance through this, rather than despise it? Why can't you accept the freedom the truth gives you and dance with it? Why do you live so seriously, when this life is so fleeting! Why do you fantasize about paradise, when you can simply enter a sanctuary of your own? Don't you feel a certain tranquility in the fact that you are insignificant, yet you are the centre of significance in your heart? Don't you find comfort in the fact that you will die and know nothing of your existence, failures and triumphs? Regret nothing when you are dead. Isn't this what is precisely significant about our life?

Where are we now?

X...
My heart, my mind and I are all over the place. Scattered like the ashes spread across the ground, nothing stable inside of me. My heart, my mind and I are lost, lost in this exotic world, thrown into this paradise-hell for no reasonable reason at all. I must sew myself together, my heart, my mind and I, attach themselves to each other. How on earth can that happen? My heart lusts for comfort. My mind is tainted by the past that steals that comfort from under me, and I can't see what lies over the mountains that close in on me. One day the mountains are no more than a mole hill, whilst other days the mountains inject fear into my blood because of their grandiosity. What ever i perceive the mountains to be, I cannot see over them. This blindness stops me in my tracks. I cannot act if I cannot see. I am frozen. I am lost, I am a prisoner of my own creation, for I have created my own boundaries. I have created these mountain like walls that surround me. I am a beast that is holding a future ransom, my own future. I must escape. But why must I escape? Is there any reason to escape? I am lost, but I am not looking for anything so I cannot be found. As I look to the sky I see a clock that claims to count down time. I cannot see the time to be counted down, all I can see is a short note. The note is vibrant for all to see. The note lies against the black sheet we call the night sky. "Moments will pass until you die, searching is a fruitless endeavor. Everybody is lost. Deal with it."

X tapped his foot on the ground to test if he was still on earth, then realized he was out of his mind. He fell to his knees, thrust his hands up to the sky and pleaded to the sky to take his pain away. X wanted help, but as we all know 'help' was not on it's way. X forgot that it was inevitable that beautiful things would one day cross his path, but he could not handle the responsibility of choosing the paths that would intersect with beauty.

Was there a right path to take, so that X could come to pass beauty on his venture? Is it too much to ask for a beautiful path, to create a path with ceaseless beauty, so that one does not hope to cross beauty? A path as such is a life worth leading. Wonder lets X dance, for X, living is flowing with a smile. That is a path well worth traveling, is it not?

Jump at me!

In life, I want to be surprised! I'm bored of this existence but I cannot reset the moments that have been allocated to me.

All I know is what I've done, and knowing the world has so many more things to offer I have failed in doing nothing. In doing nothing, in acting the way I have, I have strangled myself into nothingness. How can I dance the dance of life if I am nothing? Am I worthy of dancing for some would say I have nothing to dance over?

Lost. We are always lost.

On the sea

The boat I travel the ocean of life on is a Gondola. Yes, I take my Gondola through the ferocious oceans. By using my Gondola, I am able to suffer, but endure the harsh storms. Once the storms have subsided I enjoy life on the calm ocean with so much more gratitude - the smooth sailing is a sanctuary, a romantic ecstasy of love with the ocean. The peace. The feeling that I am truly in a moment where my body is free of meaninglessness. Wholeness at his best! Oh great man of the moment, what could truly take your peace away? His sense of self is actually congruent with reality - that life in peace is the ultimate end. Through the difficulties he has risen to absorb time and relish what is. Why anyone would want to travel the ocean journey on a luxurious ocean liner is beyond me... The highs, the lows are both erased, how you shall miss the whole point of the journey!