The Struggle to Evolve

Each day that goes by we take advantage of or lose the opportunity to evolve. This can also be reduced to each moment. Every waking moment is the chance to investigate the totality of our being in that moment, and to evaluate from among the endless choices we could make the one choice that will perfectly fit and perfectly complete that moment for its effortless transition into the next. This is the perfect existential choice: make it or break it; it’s up to you.

Don’t think this is so? Then what is happening? What are you making of your life if you’re not making it? Isn’t it just unconsciously unfolding then? The rock doesn’t determine itself, as far as we know; neither does the cat or the bird. They obey their nature without thought. We are the creatures who can question that nature, or, rather, our own. This is our power, and this is also our burden; from it we have crawled from the magma and primal soup to claim self-consciousness. Now, can we move beyond that self-consciousness to the NEXT consciousness? Which is?

That we don’t know, but how can it be accessed, attained, “created,” or allowed into our field of experience? Whence will it come? Where will it proceed and lead us? Will it open new faculties to this point unknown, or will it simply augment the experience of those we already possess? This is the last frontier, the new challenge, the next step. And it is as close as our own breath. How come, then, we don’t more readily recognize, accept, and undertake the challenge of change? Is it fear? Is it ignorance, not knowing its possibly or it being right in front of our face to do? Or, is it laziness? Maybe a combination of all of the above. Yes, “the banality of evil.”

We don’t question as much as we could. We accept, and then live out the nightmare we have tacitly allowed to overtake us in our sleep-state, our "eternal slumber." It will not end until we make our stand, and our stand awaits our learning and our willingness to overcome our ignorance. And let me tell you this also: “IT” requires the sacred other, loving something, someone, or some conscious force more than the very limited, very small quantity of “self.” Love opens the vastness. Love settles the petty quarrels. Love of the other annihilates the self in that greater Self, or “beyond self.” We don’t know that sacrifice much at all. We require the most absurd perfection for the most ridiculous reasons and then miss the point that was there all along. It only takes some time in the deep wilderness to understand this: “And the wilderness and solitary place will be a comfort to them.” What else did the prophet say? “And my house shall be a house of prayer for all people.” Put the two together and you have the reconciliation of very extreme opposites.

We need stillness. We need silence. We need time alone. But, we also need time with others. It will all coalesce with the right intention into a meaningful life lived in spite of the meaninglessness that surrounds us. Work is what is necessary, and this work will only bear the right fruit if we are willing to attach ourselves to an intelligence that is beyond us and beyond the confines of our rational four-walled jail cell that we live so complacently in until we die.

What is necessary is the death before actually dying, which might awaken us to a greater life. It is the creation that comes about only through destruction. It is the absolute negation that reveals the essence of the positive, obliquely, suggestively, and through the subtlest of implications.

What's In A Word?

Who speaks of the musicality of truth? Where do words come from? Is language, as Buckminster Fuller once said, “mankind’s greatest anonymous inheritance,” truly without name, meaning, an impersonal acquisition – the result of random forces acting on matter to produce a result – or is it something else? Something greater, such as the glue that binds humans together. In other words, is language the product of the brain, or did language, in some form or another, create the brain as well as all other material products we see before us in the world?

The radical proposition of language as a force of creation is a premise that has not, to my knowledge, been given serious consideration by humanity. Obviously, language is changing all the time, in a state of flux, but does it have underneath it, so to speak, a fundamental creative power that has been present since time immemorial (for example, since the creation of the universe)?

Language exists today in a rundown state. We use it unconsciously, hardly aware of its power, not to even mention its origin. We take it for granted, but maybe we ought not to do so. Think, for a moment, of the power of words. Words instigate action; a perfect example of this is the general who issues orders and the chain of command underneath him who then carries this order out. This may give some inkling of the power of words. Another (tragic) example would be the rantings and ramblings of a Hitler, which gave rise to the tidal wave of destruction that was the Second World War. Are we beginning to see the power of language?

So, what are words? Where do they originate? What do they do? And, can language be stopped? Or, is it a force that exists with or without us, of which we are a part and in which we “swim?” Think on this, please.

The difficulty for many of us is that our language no longer corresponds to our action or our reality. That is why we must become people of our words. Simply put, this means doing what you say and saying only what you intend to do. Otherwise, don’t talk. Don’t waste words, don’t lie, don’t say what you don’t mean, and don’t speak unconsciously. Instead, implement the language of silence, which is looking, listening, and acting quietly on what is perceived. Then, if our silence accumulates such power, perhaps, as a result, our language will begin to correspond, once again, with our reality and, finally, with Reality (objective reality independent of subjective perceptions and interpretations of them).

Frankly, I grasp for truth here, for this is an uncharted territory. However, what I am certain about is that language in its present state is a much maligned and malingering entity. Its abuse has destroyed its efficiency and effectiveness. Therefore, we must initiate a new respect and reverence for Silence and its potential. In silence is vibrancy, creation, and Life itself. In silence lies are reduced to rubble and incinerated; what remains is truth. But, we must want it and court it, court the ascendancy of silence to become again, children of the Sun.

Poetry, art, blends with the most exact science to reintroduce the products of light in the Mind, coupled with a renewed appreciation of sound.

Can you dig it? Can you embrace it? Can you accept the challenge of change? Where are you, the children who will hear this and respond. Let me know. Let me know you’re out there.