Nothing is ever really lost, nor can be lost,
No birth, identity, form; no object of the world.
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
Ample are time and space; ample the fields of Nature.
The body, sluggish, aged, cold; the embers left from earlier fires,
The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again; ~ Walt Witman
It’s a funny thing about life: if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it.
~W. Somerset Maugham
It is with a handful of scattered quotes that I start this monologue. Having reached into the ashes of failed plans, charred expectations and grey dusted aspiration, I clutch at a few kernels of hope only to feel the embers burning my palm. This is an act of sedition. A refusal to bow down, to resign to the practical, to lower my head in surrender to the powers that be.
Instead I will cup my hands, blow on these embers and see what new flame will come to life.
I know how you feel. Your words speak to me. And yet do you feel you have reached any sort of answer? Have you made sense of chaos? Found a path through the eternal patterns? Or have yo accepted there is no path, no answer to mystery? Perhaps you are content to express yourself and hope that something will emerge.
January 8, 2021 at 2:58 am
I haven’t found an answer as much as a path through disillusionment.
I describe this path as universal, as open to all of us by describing my own steps and stumbles in detail in my book Take a Deep Breath. I would be interested in hearing your thoughts on the work and am sending you a review copy. Igor
January 8, 2021 at 5:00 am
Thank you. I will read it with much interest. A path through disillusionment ~ well put.
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January 8, 2021 at 5:42 am