Motion...

“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.” 

- Carl Jung

This particular moment is fraught with recognition. 

There are several ways of perceiving life, two of which I will speak of: a skeptical attitude which demands the fulfillment of human reason rather than consolidation with something greater, and an attitude not beset with skepticism, but rather perceiving patterns without any language or clarity to express it. 

I have chosen the latter mindset, which is the more difficult because it is application of the self to the matter being discussed... But the language is formal, and does not weave.  I am typing at this moment because there is no clarity anywhere; the poetry of Eliot and Auden resounds with almost mythical presence, and the writing that elucidates understanding in Foucault is far from simple to relate to latter day life. The self. This is my beginning point, my source of inspiration and by most resounding assurance of certainty lies within this space which stretches beyond time and beyond space. The self is not only here but exists over landscapes of changing space which we call time. This space is not to be seen but can be felt, and the fact that we can perceive ourselves within it and can use it to remember yet also forget is something that makes us very unique in this universe. Yet we do not perceive it.

Here is this blue landscape interspersed with folds of green and rising peaks which serve to clarify and return the blue to where it came. I live in one moment. There is no past. It has all happened and it is all of the essence. There is also no future that we can see; we can only perceive patterns. Yet, we still do not know ourselves so we cannot perceive patterns. What sort of life would it be if one could understand another without growing to care for and understand them? It would be a worthless, motionless and senseless existence.

To simplify and clarify; that is the role I take. There is a tumult in the sky before the rain begins to fall on the parched mountain tops no longer need to suffer; the rhythm is constant and cyclical. A storm of awakening with thunder and a feeling of rapture and the clouds break and water begins to filter and fiber through the streams and rivulets which distribute themselves freely down to this expanse of rich, wet soil. And the same is with ideas; ideas take a complex form and busy themselves in the wild, unpredictable way that ocean waves busy themselves. They break onto the banks and contain passion. Suddenly, they are lifted into a clear space, and filtered once more with huge energy in the sky electrifying them and giving them motion. And then they are simplified. I take this role.

The one moment of cognition of any substance is the feeling of being rid of thirst. A great drought exists at this moment, resembling by alienation and a distance from cognition which our language, economy and general understanding perpetuate. Yet the answer is very simple: water. Water reflects flux; it is a molecule which is always changing, always either crystallizing or turning into vapor; apparently a new dimension. Is it not clear, then, that an experience and understanding of all the forms of water, of seeing it in different places and making analogies with this form offer a certain fluidity of thought, originally stemming from that mysterious and ever-changing tapestry of molecules?

The sublime nature of water. Reflect upon it; in fact, reflect upon the notion that water itself is the reason we have been able to reflect upon anything at all; it is the only substance that acts as a mirror to ourselves, and perhaps that is because all we need to see to understand where and why we are is within it. If our original point of cognition is the expression and flux of water, then our relationship with nature is not voluntary. We are immensely connected with, and owe dearly to this earth not only for our vision, but for the motion, for the satisfaction of thirst; for everything. 

Consolidation with what embodies motion, and a sense of value for it; these are matters which are neither bad nor good but are sensible and allow life to continue. To be here at all, and to have been offered such an opportunity to understand the nature of life. Yet to perpetuate an anthropocentric view which has no basis in reality, is simply derivative, is nonsense. 

Yet we are part of it. We are it.

Now, this wasn't what I meant to say, but it will act as a precursor.