A piece from last year.
they spoke(to me)about:
dancing
in darkness,
old sailor’s songs, and
laughter spilling over
pintglasses, droplets of wisdom shaped like
tears
shaped like-
is this all there is?
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(Happy New Year)
What is the nature of life, and living, and the world at large?
These are, I think, questions that every man, woman, and child probably asks themselves at one time or another. "Why am I here? To what end?" This is a line of inquiry that has existed probably since the sapience of mankind, which the Great Dialogue has attempted to define time and time again. My introspection in this regard is not really philosophical, or scientific, or even, in the end, practical – I think – but rather a strange mix of hopelessness and distaste.
Life, as it pertains to us, I think is a very simple matter. It is the period that lasts from our births to our deaths. For that is how all life begins and all life ends, and the thing held common between all of us. We are all born of different capacity and capability, longevity, opportunity, and so forth. What binds us together is death. If we narrow down the definition of the scope of mankind to those capable of clear rational thought, I think we clarify the desired image more – for those with mental disabilities, altering diseases, heavy drug influence, and so forth, are still human but unfortunately excluded from my target for these purposes.
So what then? We are all born, exercise rational thought, and die. It seems so simple, and yet in these three things I find a great amount of wonder. And in so finding, I find great hopelessness and distaste at the way things are in the world right now, because of the implications thereby following.
If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves. Moving, be like water. Still, be like a mirror. Respond like an echo.
- Bruce Lee, The Tao of Jeet Kune Do