When I Was Ricardo

I don’t know if you knew this

BUT

I have…

only ever been myself

I know!

Very frustrating

It’s like

what’s that lady thinking right now?

I don’t know!

completely nothing, maybe

Or she could be mentally undressing me

Or she’s pondering the answers to the universe and one conversation with her would permanently transform my view of the world

On second thought the mental undressing was pretty cool I’ll stick with that

Something we can both enjoy

Regardless

Living your life looking at people and wondering what their personal experience could teach you about the world is amazing

and awful

But mostly

It is neither

I’m tempted to lose myself in my idealism and call it amazing because it brings you face to face with the wonder of the unknown

or call it awful because it’s a hopeless and unfruitful way to live

But neither of those is completely true. Life isn’t actually that dramatic

More so weary, I think.

To consider the mystery of what others have experienced and come to understand

As well as the mystery of the people themselves

Because to call people no more than the sum of their experience seems a bit more demeaning than it does accurate

simply puts you in your place.

Humility is one of those things which everyone sees but few understand consciously

Especially with respect to their own egos

Egos. Selves, that is. The “I” – the soul, perhaps?

Know your place in the world.

For God is in heaven

And you are on earth

So let your words be few.

Solomon juxtaposes the ego and the cosmos

The arena of existence sits grandly upon its abysmal throne. The awesome size of the ring, however, does not discourage those spectators who stand at too great a distance away to discern the particulars of the contest within it.

They do not cast down their sights and shrug their shoulders. Rather, they push through the masses toward the center, yearning and seeking to see and understand

You are just a spot on the map of the world

Plain White T’s coming in clutch

But the truth of individuality:

The arena itself is composed of spots

The largeness of the world which you and I experience renders obsolete neither our perception

Nor our prerogative to live

Equality is a given, on account of potential

But personal import is a choice

You make your meaning.

Physical existence, the arena, is a template for various individual action

Though the objective world will convict you and kick you down when you live contrary to the truth

For what is true does not change

A generation goes, and a generation comes

but the earth remains forever.

The sun rises, and the sun goes down,

and hastens to the place where it rises.

The wind blows to the south

and goes around to the north;

around and around goes the wind,

and on its circuits the wind returns.

All streams run to the sea,

but the sea is not full;

to the place where the streams flow,

there they flow again.

The same things happen over and over

The same cycles, the same nature, the same thoughts

To claim that the sun shines upon a world of old things simply emphasizes the point of existence:

People are not things.

The world is new to a prideful man

But to the individual who steps outside his or her self

First to look around, then to look up

To realize the futility of their lens,

the truth underlying the idea of reincarnation

and the objective oldness & subjective newness of a reality which is unified and consistent across all levels of analysis

Newness is realized within the respective self


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