Contemplation and meaning

Ay coño! No me toques pero un poco. Venga mas cerca mija pero alli estas. Man rest in the meadows of meditation and thought only to feel the wind pass his face, the air streaming through his nostrils, and release of contentment in his breath. We face the world in front of us while confronting a world behind us. It is at times impossible for us to look down at our feet and see the ground on which we stand. At times, it is as solid as concrete, other times soft like sand, and more often a mix like mud that allows a little room to move, but still maintains immobilization. Our contemplation, at least mine, rest in understanding what has placed me on such questionable ground. I try to move about, but my feet are planted. Sometimes I have more movement and at times one foot is set free. There is solid ground ahead of me and quick sand behind and all the while the world is spinning back and forth switching from the past to the future. How am I to negotiate such rapid change and uncertainty in grounding? I look to myself and my heart as a guiding emotional logic for understanding what must be done in myself and with others. This perplexes and simultaneously frees me in knowing that I may be alone in companionship, but surrounded by evidence of meaning and purpose. Which do I choose and should I have to? Is it not possible to have both? I look to the historical biographies of great men involved in deep thought, contemplation, and resolution and they are for the most part married to their thought more than a person. If they had partners they were not remembered, yet their minds and meaningful quests have outweighed themselves and the significant interests. Some may call them mad and obsessed while others call them committed. Perhaps they are mad and should be committed. I, as well as man I believe, dabble on the boundaries of insanity and in sundry limbo, all while pursuing what we hope to be our cause. We really lead life undirected and without any real knowing of what is or should be. Perhaps this is the greatest and most exciting burst of ecstasy we can experience. The thrill ride of not knowing but hoping that we will not be disappointed. Between here and there, yet never any where is where I think I’ll always be. I have come to the idea that there is something more important than me in this world. I am not a servant nor a savior, but a humble man in search of what I believe to be a balance and harmony among man and nature.

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jacksora on

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"I look to the historical biographies of great men involved in deep thought, contemplation, and resolution and they are for the most part married to their thought more than a person. If they had partners they were not remembered"

As you know.... HIStory is never the complete picture. The partner of that GREAT person (men AND women) is often essential in the process of knowing. Who else is going to help hold the mirror while reflection occurs?

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elche92 on

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If man could stand alone, if indeed if he could be all he needed in complete realization then why does he long for the simple pleasure of another? I think that relation is in everything we do and quite visible in nature. There is a balance of one and the other, hot and cold, night and day. Perhaps those that beocme consumed and frought with "madness" in their obsession are just imbalanced. It is amazing to see the balance and dialogism of the world, yet we often negate or somehow suspend belief in what we see as a plausible reality of ying and yang. I would agree, and so would Donald Schon, that reflection by one's self will only lead to a cycle of perpetual reflection with nothing new but perpetuating reflections. We all need a balance in life with ourselves, with earth, with people,a nd with the universe. For so great a thought that one man may have it is often the simplest one's that bring him to his needs in an epiphany or loathsome derangement of reality. More so, we contemplate in search of things, ideas, or realities, yet some things are not physical searches but ones that must be sought within the self. As we become true and hoinest with ourselves then we may reflect that trueness and honest with others revealing to us the happiness or small bits of joy that we were rpeviously blind to. The challenge is to find a sense of stillness and enjoyment. As if you had one last breath in which to smell the flowers or morning coffee. Or perhaps you shut your eyes as if to feel the sun on your face one last time. We often realize such still moments when they actually become the still moments that are the final point of our lives. By this point we breath one last breath with only fear, uncertainty, and regret. Let every breath be as if it were the last. Smell it, feel it, and taste. When you exhale pass on such energy and enjoyment to another....