Category: Time and Meaning

Day 9: Hedonism

“You’ll live to be a hundred if you give up all the things that make you want to”

-Woody Allen

Where does the mind go when our brains are busy pursuing a hedonism so vile and sweet that the only escape is autopilot?

Does it venture back into the heart to protect it from its own transgressions? Does it look for solace in that pumping vesicle…

As we try and seek excitement with drowning and drifting, and lifting our hands in the air, swaying our hips to the tune of “what is good enough?”

We are obsessed with the sound of the chop, chop, chop. Breathe.

We wish we knew where we were needed when we are not needed here. When do we go when its apparent that we aren’t needed now? How do we go? How?

Day 6 in the journey of Human: Humble pie.

Biting into the cake. 3 forks, 3 friends old and new. Where would we be without the comfort of familiar faces in a world too big to comprehend?

“Happiness is only real when shared

– Christopher McCandless

The sweet faces ease the monotony, provide ample distraction, and maybe some love along the way. Regardless, your best friend must still be you. Your real self. No. Your true self! Faces come and go, but the face staring back at you in the mirror stays, ever changing, but still constant there.

Wrinkles, creases, tired wizened eyes. Still alive and still breathing.

The forest with a friend, is not so different as the forest on one’s own. Conversation included within both experiences. The conversation is worries, desires, love gained, love lost. It flows and it pushes. Don’t fight it, don’t force it and with each step you will submit. Feeling each thought. Yes, FEELING. Understanding that thought to the full. The same goes with a more terrestrial companion. Small talk, chatter, but as the path broadens so does the connection. The human connection.

Day 1 in the journey of Human: The explanation of something vitally insignificant.

Heraclitus, in ancient Greece, compared the world order to an ever living fire, “kindling in measures and going out in measures.” Empedocles attributed the changes in the universe to the ebb and flow of two complementary forces, which he called “love” and “hate.

-Fritjof Capra
The fire rages on in spite of circumstance. It knows no boundaries. No limitations of time and space.
This series of experience shall not be confined. It will honour the ‘negative” and the “positive”, the above mentioned love and hate, the difficulties and successes. The days will be a concept, not literal in nature, but rather a basis and an expression.
Consecutive and linear time falls away in the context of deep meaning. As a human we must remember that part of us is still animalistic in nature, intuition and instinct thriving. An animal has no names for things. An animal just sees, smells, touches, and hears things, without the unnecessary labels, connotations. This is true, also, with time. Melting into a continual and un-judged experience. Moment by unnamed moment. A day is subjective, and may be longer or shorter, before or after days previous or forward. I am not a religious individual, but perhaps Genesis teaches that even seven days can span millions of human years.
The journey starts with a step. The steps don’t always go forward. Sometimes we get lost, and we backtrack. Sometimes sideways is important. Whatever the direction, new places and sights manifest. Wherever the adventure unfolds teachers appear, and we have to be somewhere. Somewhere right here. Somewhere right now. Human.