Most people
prefer not to contemplate such entrees as the meaning of human existence, the
purpose of a quark, a leaf, a planet, or a star. If we do, we quickly move on after creating a
maze for ourselves. We enrapture our
psyches in parachutes of God, religion, or whatever happy-childhood answer to
basic philosophical pondering a fifth grader could percolate. Such quandaries break apart the eggshell of
our present realities. Fissures appear
in the trips to the grocery store, the traffic commute rodeos, the tally of
bank accounts or the numbing tranquil excursion of monitoring professional
sports.
When one ventures
beyond the routine, the grand chaotic melee of holding one’s spiritual identity
inside the shelf of an individual thought becomes possible. Once this is accomplished an individual finds
both true freedom and culpability. The
token do and do not’s of organized religion and governmental legislation wither
like arthritic-bone crutches in the impertinence of physical stimuli, including
our own bodies.
The beauty and
danger of the how we do what we do emerges like glare in a mirror that is was
and is still not visible, but always present.
When we have a cognizance of that which has eluded us in our haste to
perpetuate the illusion of routine, we can alter or ensure that routine does
not deviate from that we now know we are called to be.
Look inside
yourself now. Pause. Examine.
There is no book or pulpit required to inform our intimate unshelled
self the parameters of the proper harmonic replenishing nature of our
actions. In turn we are blatantly aware
of what choices we could make that prosper a dissonance to the whole at the
long term disadvantage to that which we belong.
We see beyond
limbs, beyond time itself, into the perimeter of existence, fluxing on the
sands of where we are ceasing to be a singular organism and a collective
being. We see this, yet the shell is
comfortable, placating, a hardened scab cushioning us from such inquiries.
But for those who
have and those who will, I see you. I
thank you. The world is open. Fear has no home, simply dead weight in a
pack upon a back for the journey.
Liberation lives beyond the loneliness, the stark nothing, the flip side
of a self to see in what is not a nadir, but a portal of singularity expanding
from infinite density into an magnanimous and ever expanding universe of
possibility, beyond time, beyond touch, beyond anything any one of us could
ever imagine.
The answer has
always been there, all we need is to ask ourselves the question.
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