“He divines remedies against injuries; he knows how to turn serious accidents to his own advantage; whatever does not kill him makes him stronger”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
Feeling need disappointed and hunger unfulfilled, I let the abyss swallow me. Not all at once but an inch at a time enjoying the ecstatic emptiness and yearning each step of the way. Every sense comes alive as I deny the needs I have disclaimed. There is such strength in refusal but such weaknesses in this unfulfilled yearning. Each day tho the storm abates with just a few reminders left. Now the desire for a cigarette has almost disappeared completely.
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Finding His Reason by G A Rosenberg
Zombie Night by G A Rosenberg
“Whoever has witnessed another’s ideal becomes his inexorable judge and as it were his evil conscience.”
“Could I be living better than I do and healthier? Certainly. Do I live up to my own highest ideals? No I do not. Yet hearing your judgements upon my choices makes me wonder whether you ask these questions of yourself as well.”
— Randall Wolfe
At times I find myself dwelling on the ways I fall short of my ideals. I have researched diet, exercise and spiritual practice and I make progress in each of these yet in the jigsaw puzzle of my complete self, I am still finishing the border and gradually moving inward attempting to place each piece. It’s not so much that I don’t know how to go about improving my being as much as I slog against a certain inertia. Plus there are those excesses and time wastings that still bring me enough pleasure that I forego the joy that will come of giving them up. I suspect many of those reading this are in the same boat.
Tonight an acquaintance on FB wrote that he found himself wishing that there were more people interested in “what was good and true and right”. I find myself wondering if it is not so much that people aren’t interested, nor even that they don’t care. Perhaps they are working on a different part of their puzzle and have yet to start on those areas which admittedly can be a bit like pieces of blue sky or forest. Such puzzles can be tricky and the only satisfaction is that of completion rather than speed.
Helping others with problem spots can be fun as almost any activity is better shared and it is even better when the help is mutual. I appreciate anyone willing to help yet I have learned that there is little more frustrating than unsolicited help. Some parts of my puzzle I prefer to at least attempt for myself first.
One day after moments or lifetimes I will find myself ready to place those last few pieces. I will have reached a new level in my togetherness and it will be bliss. Then it will be time for the pieces to go back into the box as I go in search of a puzzle with even greater complexity.
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AUGMN (OM) Made by G A Rosenberg
Reflecting Buddha by G A Rosenberg
“The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die. As well the minds which are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be mind.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
Why do we stick to positions? It seems that no matter how open-minded we are, we hit a point on something like politics or religion or the right way to crack eggs and we decide “Here I stand. I won’t change, no way, no how” and no matter what new evidence comes up, they dismiss rather than look at either themselves or the other side of the discussion. I don’t quite get it. I mean, one of my key principles is that last line in the Messiah’s Handbook in Richard Bach’s Illusions . “Everything in this book may be wrong” I have opinions but can usually see the other side or at least acknowledge that it exists. I can understand having blind spots but I can’t understand not being willing to look at them.
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Knight of Pentacles by G A Rosenberg
Congruence by G A Rosenberg
“The hour when you say, ‘What matters my reason? Does it crave knowledge as the lion his food? It is poverty and filth and wretched contentment.’
The hour when you say, ‘What matters my virtue? As yet it has not made me rage. How weary I am of my good and my evil! All that is poverty and filth and wretched contentment.’
“Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman–a rope over an abyss…
What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end: what can be loved in man is that he is anoverture and a going under…
Veldt by GA Rosenberg
The Universe Lies Within