Chapters
Blue, Sense Of Passion 1-99
Red, Sense of Shadow 100-199
White, Sense Of Soul 200-299
Green, Sense of Reflection 300-400
Preface
1
The GPS of the soul – the inner pathos of direction.- Inspiration is about being pushed by a force of influence in the style of control that stimulates the will, but what is the meaning of the above – where is this above, or higher ground in the psyche of living (for are there co-ordinates in the psyche of North and South) and how does it transcend? How can we make distant aims in life? Who can make such steady aim – it is why many fail…. Or should I hoard ideas in the name of cowardice, never to write again!
Commentary
Three maxims from my early twenties in reference to GPS location in life:
One.-The aesthetic formula is the metaphor; perhaps nature has its own metaphors.
How many metaphors are motivated by the swing of nature - the metaphor is a way of mapping our situation.
Two.-Lies mature faster than wine, consider the weeds of nature. Consider how some people seem to mature? Youth sees such things!
This is making a point, it is easy to get lost, and when one is lost there is no map!
Three.-By artificially trying to create a path, one achieves a freedom of spirit without the ego and the unconscious realizes “Wild Is Thy Wind!”
If one is so lost in life, and directions spin like a weather vane in a storm one must create a path, which has never been walked upon. But one has to first have a realization that one is lost, an awakening.
2
Under Water Reflection
PRELUDE
One swims into the consciousness – drifts with life! Yet one feels one is in a valley....
The bed of ancient ruins – with a black sky.
Aphorism
One must acquire internal summary of relection, but not just from looking over one’s reflection on the surface of the river of life experiences but from the sense of looking from under water to the light muddled by ripples. Memories provide windows into experiences related to the soul.
We look at memories from life looking inward, we reflect on the path of life triggered by a newness drifting into a vinyl scratched memory, we should also reflect on memories by reflection looking from the soul to the memories of our life, and not just the senses looking at a memory in a sentimental moment; reflecting from under water is not aesthetic it is an abstraction of thought.
Commentary
Love will still sweat, even without negativity and the harshness within beauty (for nothing is ugly). One must explore things from different angles. How many become so obvious, with cups full to the brim, yet there is still hope. Is reality so harsh, or do we need empty cups, for there must be room for internal reflection of the order of spiritual philosophy.
There is so much advice, but is it adventurous buying i.e. adventurous taking: smile! Laugh! Talk more! Live more!
3
He had begun to blame himself for two opposite tendencies--on the one hand to extreme, almost "senseless," confidence in his fellows, on the other to a "vile, gloomy suspiciousness." The Idiot, Fyodor Dostoevsky.
The quote is not from an idiot, but about how an idiotic world sees this fly nearby their alluded spiritual fire. Dostoevsky says the world points to the idiot, but the world sees its own reflection in the idiot.
Blue, Sense Of Passion 1-99
1
Spiritual trust .- This path of passionate stutter is not a sharp dangerous edge towards a black hole - it is the silent trust, a different direction to pathological trust: things will work out because I am me…. The path to normality in this black age in the history of man is the razor’s edge of harsh reality, a dark room, but it is one’s life – too precious not to risk an aphorism or two.
The sense of passion, drifts along the waves of thought and cares not to the manners of normality (sinking instead into a mermaids’ sub-conscious), for it is the silent trust of oneself that counts far more than the normality of this feels the best thing to do, a kind of add up, and mean of popular, and not so popular ethics.
Commentary
Blue is the colour of morning, as it has high energy. When the day has started….trust is in the day….will everything be alright? What will occur? This aphorism is the reason for this my second book, against general living, purpose defining aphorisms of a lighter expression.
Proof that blue has a higher energy than red, a night colour:
Using the formula:
photon energy (E) = Planck constant (h) * frequency (ƒ) Blue has a higher frequency than red. Since h is constant, E increases as ƒ increases.
2
A fear of spiritual paths.- A fear of actually doing anything that is both significant and insignificant, a fear of compromising within - as if one is trapped in a web of karmic riddles of hesitating with fear. Trying to face one fear, brings another fear – it is the act of risking one’s life, the will to make one’s life count. Hence this is the path between extremes, there is no risk, because one is trying to face risks, and is trying to free oneself from the box of fears.
Paths are order, this should not sound like nonsense, but because it sounds like nonsense it becomes philosophical. It follows that if paths are order, then order must be created – leading to my maxim:
A path of order is created through an inner path of chaos.
Commentary
The importance of thinking is not being philosophical, it is self-duty and runs in the same logic as work and rest in the day.
At the time of writing this aphorism I was reflecting that people go to sleep in the winter on a sub-conscious level, though collectively they may not every several or so years. Subtle as it is this broader wake and sleep cycle….but getting back to aphorism 2, which adds honesty to paths!
Such things have not been despatched by their passion, instead appear to be assumed to be addressed in our modern age of global internet surfing, but have not; ethics is not understood. People repeat themselves socially, in the vanity of a recession in the style of robotic art. I should add another maxim, and explain things further, people are afraid of plain honesty:
Plain honesty is naked reality.
3
The heart beat’s silent shadow and the health of the body vs. the health of the soul.- The ripples of accidents are strange karmic currents; life follows itself as if it is likened to some cosmic order with waves driven to a heart beat that is not felt or seen by doctors or nurses. As a pendulum throws itself from one side to the other as time changes, the heart beat measures life not time: we sense its shadow….in the very order of meaning.
There is the beat behind the things done that matter and there is the other beat where we do things by habit, things that we do behind the things that matter. More often the things of the self are put in the category of not that important – simply because we are a little weary and somebody is calling for you in the distant fog of day to day living.
The shadow of the heartbeat, is the ontological expression of our living, but not of our existence. The expression of our existence is the void, the silence – it is not a shadow: our inner rhythm which has no sound. That vibration in us that goes beyond fingerprints and through blood – the shadow of the heartbeat: the fingerprint of the soul.
Commentary
An aphorism that is difficult to understand, but it is not heavy expression - a light expression – is it not; trying to understand it is like trying to see the width of a falling leaf. One can understand that one plus one is the sum of both, it is an elementary feel this understanding; but nobody can understand that E=MC2 as there are many steps here: perhaps for an instance one can imagine that one understands it. The perception of imagining one understands something is an understanding of the imagination. This is something different from Newton’s sense of understanding yes F equals MA, but who can merge with such understanding.
Some early notes, an embryo version:
There is no detail in the road of life, the detail in the road is detail. There is no understanding, what we have understood was understood.
4 to 9 : Theme of Why
Why world? Why universe? Why me – pick on somebody else? Science does not say, why universe, but how universe? An approach, with sufficient merit and funding. Why universe is a philosophical version of the question how universe, it is more personal, for many wake up in the wee hours with ‘why’ being addressed with the seriousness and bluntness of a bullet. And…. in the day left with no purpose and scope to the universe and thoughts drift from the big bang and becoming a gun in life. Bang….etc. And one will dive back into life.
Though ‘how’ concerns a few people who can afford such dedicated scientific enquiry ‘why’ concerns everybody. In essence this is what freedom means, it is the power to say ‘why’ in one’s life, collectively a repressed people would fight and sacrifice many to experience this wondering. This kind of philosophy is important as many do not have the resources and the time to work out the ‘how’ of life.
Spirituality is likened to passion but it is expressed by its purpose in its nature and perspective. It is extended by passion in the wee hours of the night as the world is awakened to its creation. The blue of the night, where no shadow befriends; stats (of how many of this and that) are ignored as they are so worshipped by others, but the past always creaks like a demon crawling in a haunted house.
Purpose is about integration, not interrogation with life, the inner connection. The connection with the inner and outer – the balance that sways with the ironic waves of life, but being subdued to the depths of a demon. Still some fantasy persists, yet it can be an enemy or friend, hope or despair, union or disintegration, subject or object: in the wild storm, thoughts drift, why me?
Why universe, means why be a part of the universe; because it gives meaning to the idea of the whole - the universe. Though the science and the meaning of the universe are two separate parts of the whole. The meaning is the desire, and the science is the question – desire gives purpose to science: I exist because I give purpose to the sun: this is my energy: finding the right kind of honesty, or connecting with the right kind of friction* with others.
One does not find any meaning in life, for the act of finding is noisy. One needs silence to land with passion, but the pilot is the meaning of one’s life. When one looks at the day in the mist of the morn one sees one living in different parts of the day, it is not too far a thought to see one being in different moments of the day. I sense people with heavy expressions finding difficulty tolerating minorities, but that is why light expression is valued, and heavy expression is seen as a path that befriends both lightness and darkness: the silence lives next to light expression. The noise of people leaks out in their actions and one can even hear their thinking, though they believe they are not making noise: but the will is not a noise like an engine!
Why questions one’s existence, why is one living today – what is one’s hidden purpose. Forget Why universe – why me? Where is the footprint of my soul?
Commentary (vs. Footnote)
Having some material success in a recession, I found friction in my sense of the essence in abstract terms - essentially one needs the other but only on the surface do their waves crash with different currents. Aphorisms have to be written in a certain seriousness, with may be a little difficult to understand simply because they are so transparent and concise, but the commentary adds a more common sense expression of angle, without losing the original exactness of the expression. Though most philosophical books have small foot-notes that try to make things more clear and concise, and in most cases are ignored because they are more difficult to understand.
*There is also a play of words as friction with others, double meaning is without friction there can be fiction with others instead of being factual with others.
At the end of writing this some one close, and like a real father dies. He helped me to develop my writing….so I dedicated this aphorism to him. May he reincarnate to a great life full of joy and an abundance of wealth.
During the writing of this I was thinking about newness vs. freshness, yang vs. yin or buying as an illusion of extending oneself to renew oneself into something smaller vs. the freshness of existence of extending oneself on all horizons of life. This is basically about buying on the net – the addiction of it. Though while writing this aphorism I have observed people with seas larger than mine, but very shallow: newness is the shower of inertia, but freshness is the vastness of existence.
Is philosophy the self-help of a higher road till it becomes institutionalised - note Nietzsche’s higher man, and Aristotle on Ethics….
10-17 Theme – Autobiography - why do I exist?
No purpose except to find purpose.- I did not know why - anything, for I was a little above average, in my lacking I was back to ground zero when I turned into an adult. If I tired to hold anything there were enough holes through me that my will would drain out irrespective of my dismay. But I had a day of light in summer and an aphorism came to me word by word. I said to myself that this is the wrong life that such things happen, well this is what some said, I guess. Some sensed something below the surface, and I may get a second glance.
Why am I in this fashion (to be read truthfully means to be an arrow to truth) – why am I like this; what is so worthy: why spend so much on something that most will misunderstand?? The answer is that one can be truly subtle to only oneself, and in the name of passion I should be subtle, in loudness I find less power. I do not oppose others but the untruth in others. To me the question of where I belong i.e. the question of belonging is of objectivity and subjectivity a scene of irony and rust in the mist of suburban dreams unsatisfied and arrogant.
The desire to publish has to be without ego, even without mind, for the heart leads the mind. The heart holds the light, not the mind, instead of wanting followers one should follow oneself: to trust in one’s spirit of passion. Readers do make a work shine like a star but in the end it adds to nil, it is what one follows that makes one’s work shine, thus one frees oneself from the chains of prejudice and the ill souls near retirement ;; around of me.
Wouldn’t it not be easy to keep going in circles.- The desire is for inner adventure is more imperative than being understood for me: as the desire for adventure gives something the worth, sense and right to be understood, I seek not to create a text book as self-help books seem. Not philosophy but human behaviour which is not psychology….though few choose to desire this with good reason, but good reason could be prejudiced with common sense to the degree of not being sense. There are much better writers but not in this style, but who can be so sensual in writing – how does one do this? I admit this work is about the contraction of the senses inward, not a reaching as is with many -- finding the maps to life inside.
I have noticed that my philosophy of human behaviour is more human than any typical kind of philosophy that you will find in a teacher’s study room, a kind that may easily step out of the page and stare at you straight in the face. But in the nineteenth century philosopher’s also did not write by intellect alone and turned themselves inside out fuelled with determinism and will intent on changing at least halve of the western world, charged with philosophical texts from the far east.
Early aphorism.- As the watch dials move simply, so do simple actions occur from complicated precision. We are in a position where our thoughts seem to be blown away as the wind blows us cold and dries us from our mind. We live in life where people want to appear good more than they want to be good.
Another early aphorism.- Watch the wheel of the water mill and the friction of the journey of the waves and you will experience the internal friction of such journeys that I write of and how close to nature my idea is, a truly natural idea.
From an early poem:
The colour of my time is black:
In the wind we hear the wind,
Also something that is not in the wind.
For one to feel innocent,
One must feel guilt inside.
Happiness is the feel of the sparkle in the sea.
Why one exists is about asking one to define their happiness, and not (really) how they make money. This last aphorism in the theme of autobiography is about defining my own happiness.
Commentary
These last three early aphorisms of my twenties carry my initial inertia; to be honest these were only drafts which I credited with more than I should have – but important yet very small steps.
There is a temptation to write well about oneself, but it is a step closer to power and many a man or woman of good and evil have been corrupted by power to believe that one is a force of power to others in the name of strength – there have been many revolts in the Arab world starting from Tunisia in early 2011 against such rulers, who may have had the best of intentions at the start. Rot, noise, and power corrupts rulers as well as the work area….
18-25 Why people do not believe?
Fear of the fog.- Has passion an identity crisis or is it a missing and vital step towards naked reality? Passion is foggy – the fog of the consciousness, it will never be taught at schools - science is clear and sharp, it gives electricity to homes (and electrocutes people), connects computers to a world wide web of non aesthetic contentment and fulfilment etc. Science has a sense of drive it is the new - like a rocket pointing to the stars but one always has to return to that sense of reality. That fog comes which many are so quick to ignore as it is like an embryonic liquid which soothes the soul. Yes, there are other ways to find peace – but peace comes at a price either on a personal level it is a naked peace, or on a national level it becomes a peace that lives in a cardboard box, basically a darker and abused kind of tranquillity create the lines that make this peace. However passion is a state of being, one is not posed one is like the night sky looking back: it is the night looking back at the day it is a sense of passion.
Passion is the blood of the soul. It feeds the soul. When the body is hurt the blood flows out and the body of the soul becomes weak. Whereas action is without thought and sense; the soul loses it’s belief in the creation and sense of flow. It is divorced from myths and out of its wounds passion flows out, but the soul does not cry: it just carries on….step after step, hour ….
after hour, till the body is no more.
Faith in one’s soul is a sacred kind of vanity, such madness is also a prayer. There is also the faith of lost causes – many sacrifice nothing for their beliefs. Is not sacrifice….. the beginning, the desert between, the sign posts and the landing to the other shore: sacrifice is the twilight zone, the belief in unbelief. Whereas faith can be many things, but what can be many things can also be dust and a shallow road that pretends to go somewhere.
Fake Angels.- The question is not about why we do not believe, many confuse the light for dark. Lightness needs the contrast of darkness before it fuses to the sacred-nil ness then the soul becomes a black hole absorbing the light in its purist form, but to others it is seen as darkness in the sky-scenes of living. People see the lightness as fondness, they call it what pleases them, the light – any idea, any path is the light because they are a torch – this artificial light is darkness. There must be a believe in the struggle, many intelligent people are not smart, and some lesser intelligent people understand that intelligence is not smartness; being more open minded to the weather of life. And even fake angels have their place, lightness without darkness is lonely ness, or on a kinder stance it is empty ness.
What do people want.- Essentially people want luck in their lives, perhaps some will not want their inertia in life to fade. In my sense a loser can become a winner, it is part of a cycle. I do not see the loser as one with bad luck, but luck is part of a cycle. It is about keeping the inertia going, I guess there are different ways to keep the life force going. Many of my interests may be absurd to others, some too green or yellow, and others too dark or light but put them into the melting pot - a kind of internal nuclear plant and what was invalid becomes valid: many will not believe because it does not smell right.
Somehow.- The truth is negation to people, expect little get little be little: turn little; but some how the best of us have passed to the next generation irrespective of people to moderate and simplify by draining life in the name of their ‘honest’ corruption. For some reason life is getting on in the spirit of passion, though blue tragedies are heard of and closer still, they are felt, but irrespective of the man, and woman’s negation the best of us is passed on: the infinity has not been tamed….the morning brings a new light….somehow?
The principle of negation, is about why people do not believe, and about why people want to fail. This can vary from a lack of accomplishments in one’s life and shortcomings. There may be a will to power but it would be a negation of the will to power, or a negation of the perception of the will to power. It could also be about not seeing the light, or being blind to the light for passion is an expression of the light: people may not see the light because they look directly at it and are blinded by it which can turn into a neurosis which is part of the principle of negation which also comes with a belief that they are the light for they do not know the light: this can be a reflection of the light seen in the aesthetic invention of our cities. Though this aesthetic light of invention does not point to passion but to its own glory, and this is not the being that opens one’s sense of being towards passion, which is a quiet sitting with an intuition that things are quietly working out with a sensual separation of the aesthetic light of the invention of the cities of our species on Earth!
Commentary
The question of belief is also a question of faith and sacrifice. One can sense little in life without the sacrifice to bring things out! Who will believe you! They are more turned to logic, but logic does not believe in inner paths – I find humour in the dashing turnings of logic here and there: for I have dared to spy on the stoic!
One has to find a reason to keep going on, though there is much friction on such a path. But call this friction an idiot and a loser, put the moon with the sun into one’s scene – one can be too bright in life: do not fear to have shadows in one’s day to day. If every day is a challenge, let it be, paint more colour into one’s day scenes.
Many do not believe me because they believe in different things, but these different things are not really different things.
Philosophy does not have to be on an abstract tangent, you can use philosophy in spiritual self ontology but there has to be a believe in one’s own light and sense of purpose. I do use philosophy as my tool which nobody owns any rights to so I use it as a prayer to the light through which I discover my passion. Some may argue that true philosophy should be concerned about consciousness and free will, but will these people ever learn to use their free will or explore their different levels of consciousness. It is well to study free-will but one must also respect the free-will of others, as well as their spirit of consciousness.
26-50 Maxims
Passion can be the blood of the soul, though the soul can live without blood as a living dead.
The more one chooses the more one becomes.
If the day feels longer than one has lived more.
The sea of culture will become a rain and fall on the mind’s conscious – it’s umbrella.
The psychology and philosophy of passion is nill and non problematic but the soul weeps when it does not near it for it can never understand the body, but the body has to crawl to passion over a quicksand of philosophy and psychology to reach it.
The structure of passion is the skeleton of one’s feelings, and deeper still – the emotions.*
Passion is never sensed, it is passion that senses.
It is in our fears that we see our face.
Feelings are affected by the outside world, but emotions are affected by the internal world which is the will, not by passion.
Passion is beyond the sense of the outer and inner world.
Passion requests the heart only, not the desires; not the dreams.
Passion is the inner weather, it is here that our ideas collide, where thoughts hit other thoughts, also where ideas join, where thoughts join together.
The will reunites itself with passion, though the world will always reflect this -- different aspects of the world will express this directly.
One must accept rules halve way to see dreams in life, though breaking rules breaks one into halve.
Seeing is not seeing, hearing is not hearing; nor is sensing actually sensing – everything is surrendered to flow.
One hears so little about living or feels little life in others – it is no secret that many are lost.
Life is (generally) a mosaic of things belonging to darkness, and an expression of belonging to darkness; people leave it to that, they say, ‘Obviously…. This expression is proof that I am also of or belonging to light – as so many share my sentiment?’.
Many seek an ‘on’ switch and wonder what to do with themselves as if they were given a modern camera, but the picture we seek is of our perception and not the photograph.
Being different has little individual significance if the difference is not of value.
Doubts are the whispers of truth, and not the unorganised left overs of organised theory.
Just as distant things look small, doubts simply are distant thoughts.
Better to see distant inner thoughts than detail in distant signs in our seeing.
One can never be hacked if one listens to oneself.
Moods and feelings serve oneself, one does not serve them.
Every mood and feeling has an inner and outer layer.
Commentary
Maxims are mantras of philosophy.
*I should go deeper. The differences between feelings and emotions are that one is external and the other internal. External affects the internal and vice versa. One belongs to the other as much the other belongs to the other, but from human birth emotions must have been identical to feelings, and at death they must be at their highest dualistic nature of being.
For a long time I have neglected the maxim style, but it is more stylish in a fresh direction than an aphorism, the content of the maxim is a thing in itself and not just a condensation of an essay or aphorism which have no uniqueness. It is unique (which represents newness) as our non physical nature is and as unnatural as our non physical nature, as we are so confused by the senses our physical nature feels more like home; but maxims have this beautiful false sense of returning somewhere after a journey of some sort or the other: almost as if they have some silent melody coming to you as a parcel.
Sit In The Room Called Life 51-70
Knowledge is not important in this spirit, for passion is the symbol of our nakedness: it is the essence of our nakedness. It is the wish that we can never imagine. Nor the want we can ask for. It is the cup that we can never imagine; the soul’s hiding place. It is the feeling and mood that we dare not claim for – it is always what is beyond us though we may march in life.
Room Of Being.- Life for so many is a mere sensation – day in and day out. Passion is simply going beyond this every day sense of living for one dares to look behind this curtain and there is a window behind this curtain. Through this window we see our real selves, and we will refuse to admit that it is ourselves for standards have fallen to decay: the initial spark and dream of childhood is no longer seen. We have become the blur that we said we will never be and what can we do in front of this ghost….? Yes, it is a question that is too cruel to be a question, it would be easier to look at one’s favourite mirror and then everything is alright and these words are simply off many words in this world.
Passion is where the subjective and objective sense of life meets. It is beyond the mere feel of the day and the measure of the day but these things lead to the summit.
There is no sense of objectivity in terms constructed to describe order in living though it is not a purely subjective thing but an aesthetic experience. Having a camera on one’s main gate or a good objective view of the area around of one’s house can give one a certain control, but electrical failures are common with an electric gate, or one cannot always be looking through a window. Arguments which are subjective can lower one’s sense of order, but when one’s house has a good atmosphere it does not increase one’s sense of order as much as the colours and the quality of the aesthetic roles of people in the house, even the aesthetic roles of rooms in a house.
Aesthetic aim differs from objective aim, because it is an aim that does not fear to be vague. I can also add to this – one cannot be simply driven from purpose, purpose needs a sense of vagueness. Being so driven with purpose will only drive one into the ground.
? But being so vague is saying I do not know, and I know. Whereas politicians use a non-vague language and everything can be weighed in terms of advantages and disadvantages to such an extent that the economy is dulled. Being vague or the skill of being sublime which is so negated in our schools can only intoxicate the economy. Everywhere these so called political educators dull purpose to nil, it never occurs to them to them to them to introduce individuality into roles and purpose in order to breathe life into them and therefore to breathe life into the economy to resurrect it and yet they continue to breath so coldly into the economy.*
Religious morality is not about perfection it never was but the freedom to be average and right? It is about the expression of light, not through darkness, but an expression of an exile from darkness....
The erotic nature of sexuality can actually become more limited by the vices and false ambition of people. In fact lust is sexuality without intimacy or sexuality with limitation; one can then not be guilty of a darker nature.
Life has many different parallels that shift with changing contexts of life. As the contexts of life are the forms of life. The forms of life are the shapes of life, this may be why people value style, but style is the surface of 2-dimensional thing!
A commercial path.- The path between mother and father can seem like a path of divine concept. For to follow such an established path, either of habit or will, is to also extend it. But to start new, on an individual path, is to not exert through the day carrying the images of one’s mum and dad, though such a path may be experimental, or non-experimental depending on the parents. What is parental guidance? Is it to extend oneself from one’s parents, to gain the highest advantage in life: such is also the name given to the ugliest path!
The world is not the world.- People are so concerned with statistics, but the world is not the world, this world reflects one’s world. The conscious mirrors the unconscious. In the room of life is a mirror, and that is all and we call it the world; we know nothing else.
The happy room.- Being too happy or feeling so and so about oneself - seated very comfortable in life, or using so many words to express one’s mood can cost oneself in life, making one feel very old. Youth is about constantly changing things from the outcast, to new questions about one’s life: the will to be put to the test today. Yet, nowadays the children of culture show no youth, as the older generation is not displaying wisdom – I have tried so hard to look for wisdom in the wrinkles of many. Which eyes can I show my words too?
The quiet room.- One can talk to somebody but still be silent with them, call it conscious silence. Try not talking in an empty locked room for a minute with resolution – no matter who may knock or shout it is not silence for the imagination has big speakers in the room of life – it is silent but not silence. If a person who is an idiotic insult stands before oneself then one finds the power to be truly silent with them i.e. conscious silence: food for the unconscious: only in front of an idiot can one find silence as there is so little to say.
Envy and self-pity.- This is the loss of one’s fixture or position in life, when something takes away one’s pose in life. One tries to steal the pose of another, in the style of the subject that is being envied. It is to do with that one believes is possible in one’s life, and what is not possible in one’s life: the structure of the self.
All things find their place, either with mind or soul, though life reveals who is right or wrong in its own way. We all have to travel around our own world, before life reveals that we were right or wrong, with our life views, this is why many people who are obviously not tuned to the true energies of life keep walking with their heads high up, and arms in full swing.
Nothing really matters in the room of life, it contains the baggage of the self – one exists in the outside of oneself. It is where all the important thoughts for today are thought, we only allow a profound simplicity to enter the room of life. Being in the room of life which is of a house built to sing the chords and strings of aesthetics the structure of purpose and existence and texture of morality. I am compelled, ‘We are magnets, not maggots, but magnets of what; if there is a freedom to win than there is a freedom to lose’. What more needs to be spoken….
3 Conversations in the room of life:
Conversations 1
Angel
The need for exclamations is the name of our fear, for fear is a strange coin. What can it buy but more fear?
Difficult Person
Fear can buy love; it is the name I value and the energy of the furnace. Fear is my home; it is behind the kiss of my wife, and the hugs of my children. In this world of vice fear is a friend. Bring me more logs for my fire is running out!
Non Difficult Person
This fire is not strength; it does not forge the will. For where there is a will there is a way.
Angel
The difficult person starts his sentences with exclamation marks.
God
Show me a religion....show me a way. Show me a different path, greater than a path of darkness which leads no where and promises everything and gets nothing.
Conversations 2
Angel
Amen to the words of God.
Decaying Soul
So many colours in the rainbow? Is not this freshness, more difference each day?
Difficult Person
The rain has fallen, but I wish the wind would blow more gently.
Satan
My children, of the night, the winds of life are a disguise. The colours come from darkness; follow me to where one sees the rainbow without the rain. Where one sees the shadows of the world without the blinding light of justice: but in blindness one is free from the light, and the passion of colour and depth.
Angel
Many paths are lost when they become vague....and humour has no place in truth. Especially to weary ears.
Conservations 3
The ugly soul
I wear what suits me, and the fragrance of roses I smell in money. We are all individual, are we not? We serve our parents by serving their paths.
Non difficult person
All paths must first be rejected, better to start life with a blank paper, rather than a signed declaration.
Satan
Better for all paths to fall, in my lap, though I discriminate not between the ugly soul, and the non difficult soul.
End of 3 Conversations in the room of life
We all live in a room called living, things do not really change. We wake up, we get into the car, and the walls of our bedroom become the walls of the car. We go on a trip, or holiday and the landscape, or sea side becomes a picture in our house – we are always in the same body with the same psychological make up. These aphorisms are about the sameness of life, not the differences. How many people we know we can connect to from our past? In a moment one can be back at school….
Sometimes individuality does not exist, for what does really change; our sense of sameness is always unique. So why try to make people more the same, for the self has its colours. Even our DNA is similar to other animals, but it is the aesthetic that makes things different for being older can make colours dimmer. Individuality is much about change as it is about no change.
Commentary
*This aphorism begins with a question mark; it is addressing something that implies to this philosophy. The aphorism also refers to a topic in my first book The Forbidden Truth call Social Individualism, a new kind of political system that stems from truth and not pretentious justice, but the right to real justice.
It is difficult to be original – one wants to write about (lets not go there) – something controversial, the hereafter. I should not have written that…. but some bubbles arise from the void….write for oneself and make a well for others - allow others to make their own dreams. Philosophy academics pick a subject as if picking strawberries from a field, expecting a reward from it….why not or why not this – philosophical dreaming – real reflection – what is there to lose?
I was also thinking, ‘Can actors act themselves?’, but more importantly, ‘Do they want to?’ and if not why not? I mean deeper still people talk about body language, but some people have bad body language, but what is inside a person’s pathos: their facial expression, for thousands of miles exists between a smile and tear? Some faces lack the ability for expression as they have the same face of childhood!
I have added 3 conversations and the context of these is that people follow fixed and boring patterns, and that is it, present company excluded of course. You can now leave the room of life, or sitting room aphorisms.
