Hence this writers jihad… We’ve become modernists of belief, infused with the fear of punishment taught to us all our lives; we take the whip, milk, and honey from the “hands of God” as if those were the gifts of Creation; as if we were given 7 billion arms to wield judgement. What of the consequence of pure being – a single self with many facets of being-ness? Isn’t this more palatable? We’ve imposed this metrical juxtaposition of humanity and divinity where “distance” from self to God becomes more important than God or Self, “themselves”… the harder we strive to rationalize a “whole,” the more we distinguish the parts – till each part becomes a whole. I admit fault for dumbing down bliss into 0’s and 1’s so that I might churn it all in the Turing machine.
Everything is flow…everything is rhythm. Four billion years ago earth, wind, fire and water ever so slightly stirred and then an explosion. Rains fell from the sky, water gushed from the earth, earth ran to the sea, winds unleashed across everything, sea to the heavens…and the symphony had begun. We’ve over-structured sound, undervalued silence. All that is left, is what began, the harmony before there was a melody. How do I sit at the oceans edge and undo 4 billion years of growing audial complexity. Put the jets away, turn the buildings back into dust, quiet the creatures that fly on the wind, roam over land, swim within the ocean. Let me, the writer, return man with his voice, back into the primordial womb. (cannot remember if I even published this before!)
i love this.