Under whatever name and form one may worship the Absolute Reality, it is only a means for realizing It without name and form. That alone is true realization, wherein one knows oneself in relation to that Reality, attains peace and realizes one’s identity with it. (Sri Ramana Maharshi)
And how many new ideals are still possible when you think about it! Here’s one: a minor one, occurring to me every five weeks or so in the course of wild, solitary walks, during serene moments of almost criminal happiness. To live life among fragile and absurd things; to be unfamiliar with the real! Half artist, half bird or metaphysician. Not to say yes or no to reality except maybe occasionally, testing it with a foot, like a good dancer; to always feel kissed with a ray of sunlight and happiness; to be filled with joy and always feel stimulated, even by affliction, since affliction upholds the happy man, and to see even in the most sacred things something comical. Such of course is the ideal of weighty minds, heavy with the weight of tons on them–quintessential souls of heaviness. (Nietzsche)
It is something that one does not know, precisely, and one does not know if precisely it is, if it exists, if it responds to a name and corresponds to an essence. One does not know: not out of ignorance, but because this non-object, this non-present present, this being-there of an absent or departed one no longer belongs to knowledge. At least no longer to that which one thinks one knows by the name of knowledge. (Derrida)
When I watch that flowing river which, out of regions I see not, pours for a season its streams into me, I see that I am a pensioner; not a cause but a surprised spectator of this ethereal water; that I desire and look up and put myself in the attitude of reception, but from some alien energy the visions come. (Emerson)
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. 20 But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. (Mathew 6:19-21)
The duality of subject and object and trinity of seer, sight, and seen can exist only if supported by the One. If one turns inward in search of that One Reality they fall away. Those who see this are those who see Wisdom. They are never in doubt. (Sri Ramana Maharshi)
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March 30 Thoughts
under whatever name and slight of hand form these eyes play about the duality forgiven by deconstruction as the “future” belonging to ghosts instructs us , we , the fictional plurality playing among the surfaces , as subject-object-nothingness trinity movements in and toward the principle articulated inside and over , to speak of and with freud’s beyond the pleasure principle calculations , or baudrillard’s prophesy regarding this ghost world of sight/blindness and “reality” , derrida’s “community of ghosts” that see and may or may not be seen , nietzsche’s artist-metaphysician-bird dance , ghost dance, how to testify about that violence of names and forms, for if they identified “my” ghost did that ambiguous action usurp the authority of presumed being (?) , in a land with no being , only ego prisoners captured in simulacra images with possible bridges over the abyss with language and what motivates language’s hidden power , potential power, pharmakon power, the freak banished to regions of the condemned to be “blessed” or “resurrected” by a “forward” movement that admits/acknowledges no speed , no speed in the land of ghosts , no speed in this strange community , a community only of fragmented perceptions anyway, where would it go ? there may be a date given but linear time still seems to be suspended in this atonal processing , certain aphorisms may provide some respite or even a key that might be turned in the appropriate particular circumstance but of course this is to discuss the “impossible” , a private ceremony , that “crowd of ghosts” that haunts all possibility , and yet still it must be remembered that if the name is not invoked the Being may remain “pure” , a formless temporary/eternal form , (sublime) ghost flesh , liminal space drifter, which is also every space and the beyond of all spaces , for the treasure in heaven is ….