When we try to set something in stone, we forget that stones break
As time passes on, we believe ourselves to be wiser if we anchor constructs based on hard facts and absolutes with no derivative means to fluctuate. We believe ourselves to be the vessels of knowledge, if we deny room for flow, for the meanings to change, the past to dissolve, the present to unfold. Somehow we clamor to books containing specific facts, and spread the engraved information ceaslessly to others, questioning their intelligence and autonomy if they are not willful reciprocants of said information.
Stuck in the squares and rectangles of a limited imagination and understanding, desperately holding on to snippets of thoughts to construct a rigid reality where unchanging truth is the only way to function.
We seem to forget that we can barely remember what we had for dinner last week, what words were spoken the day before unless we write them down, what actions we took a month before, the faces that pass us by each day. The newspapers of consumed information, cast in the garbage bin moments later.
There is not much that we can truly recall and describe in exact default from our own lives, as the lines seem to blurr interchangeably, the solid memories of today melting by the dawn of the new sun tomorrow.
When we try to project a specific reality around us, such as insisting that a convicted criminal can only be evil, we are presented with evidence by the great jester of the universe to remind us of our ignorance. When we insist that there are no surprises left for us, a shocking awakening taking different forms alights our souls for another challenge to our perceptions. When we commit to an idea of prejudice, we are slapped by a gigantic invisible hand to see another side, and for the spanking to continue until we open our eyes and release the preconcieved notion.
If we try to adamently rule out all variables which has not been experienced by our own subjective truth, we can often become stuck in a narrow tunnel with no flowing lines or dancing shapes. If we come to realize that there is little we can truly know, besides what we ourselves have gone through, we become open to new worlds of possibilities and experience. Even our own subjective truth is fleeting as states in the preface above. Although there are a few things we can know, they are by far exceeded by what we do not.
Stuck in the squares and rectangles of a limited imagination and understanding, desperately holding on to snippets of thoughts to construct a rigid reality where unchanging truth is the only way to function.
We seem to forget that we can barely remember what we had for dinner last week, what words were spoken the day before unless we write them down, what actions we took a month before, the faces that pass us by each day. The newspapers of consumed information, cast in the garbage bin moments later.
There is not much that we can truly recall and describe in exact default from our own lives, as the lines seem to blurr interchangeably, the solid memories of today melting by the dawn of the new sun tomorrow.
When we try to project a specific reality around us, such as insisting that a convicted criminal can only be evil, we are presented with evidence by the great jester of the universe to remind us of our ignorance. When we insist that there are no surprises left for us, a shocking awakening taking different forms alights our souls for another challenge to our perceptions. When we commit to an idea of prejudice, we are slapped by a gigantic invisible hand to see another side, and for the spanking to continue until we open our eyes and release the preconcieved notion.
If we try to adamently rule out all variables which has not been experienced by our own subjective truth, we can often become stuck in a narrow tunnel with no flowing lines or dancing shapes. If we come to realize that there is little we can truly know, besides what we ourselves have gone through, we become open to new worlds of possibilities and experience. Even our own subjective truth is fleeting as states in the preface above. Although there are a few things we can know, they are by far exceeded by what we do not.
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