sometimes it is but a restless Tuesday, a couple of hours before a trip, or a combination of random possibilities that sets our mind ablaze...
tomorrow I leave, today I sit before a blank space with a full mind, chocolate bars turned into trembling hands, ready to move and shift from thoughts to strokes, from letters to concepts, the subjective to the pretended objective, and from this objective to the squared subjective, making it even more interesting... a self thankfully still devoted to questions, not ready for answers, picking up pieces from both memory and imagination and trying to fit them together not into a cohesive but into a dynamic existence, not an existence of goods and evils, no truths nor lies, but simply presence...
there was a story, there is a story, a story about the head that fell of, Akutagawa wrote that the only part of ourselves that can be trusted is the part that ¨knows (I should add ¨feels¨) he/she/it can´t be trusted, hence the origin of my thesis, my proposal, my suggestion... One that circles around what I perceive as a lack of balance, an ün¨blance between the world of the known, and the world of the unknown...
genesis reads about the garden of eden, a place with among others, two special trees, symbolic trees, the tree of good and evil (tree of opposites in some translations), and the tree of life, it was indeed a temptation for man to associate knowledge through good and evil, to deliver himself to temptation while looking for judgment, for truth, for good, and such for the original sin (also translated as original mistake), and so we became aware of our nakedness, so we lost access to the tree of life... in this I find great knowledge, with this I suggest not to make that original mistake, lets not fall in that ün¨balance, in a world of science and truths, in reductionism and perfectionism, progress and capitalism, both through religious dogmas and through scientific explanations we fixate our selves and associate them with the world of the ¨known¨... it leaves no space for growth, knowledge or even god, it leaves us with nothing to surrender.. no-one to surrender...
let us not forget that the mind works with good and evil, through them we experience, we feel the warmth of love and the bitterness of loneliness thanks to good and evil, the yin and yang of perceptions and the rules of creation... yet a very different story if that of the tree of life, of ishvarapranidhana, of surrendering, what is experienced when we sit in silence, when we let our will be still so the will of something bigger can flow through and throughout us... this detachment that grows as we observe our minds, as we tap into a very unfamiliar core of uncertainty, of humbleness and tinniness.... with this as an argument I invite us all to become both familiar and intimate with this uncertainty, to be a little skeptical of our-selves (both good and evil), not because we don´t believe but simply because we don´t know, cherish that very sensation that Morpheus describes to neo when he says have you ever felt that what you believe is real is not real, look not for real but simply balance your self by making him familiar with what tickles reality, what ridicules time and meaning...
with this in mind, hehehe I start my travels this year, with great people we intend to go listen to some surely realty tickling voices...
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