I don’t know if you knew this
only ever been myself
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
Living your life looking at people and wondering what their personal experience could teach you about the world is amazing
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