Everything (and Nothing At All: 2014 Journal entry 4)
No matter how far back you go in the history books, you generally come up against quite a few arguments for both sides of most topics. The one that is coming to my mind at this moment is the difference between Carl Jung and Sigmund Freud. One was a rigid scientist, the other, a being with a mind open to more. Jung suffered no cruel end. Freud–Freud? Cancer. So if we measure out this equation to mean the one who was blessed with a gentle happy life must have been the "right" one (right meaning correct in terms of right versus wrong or sin versus holiness). Then there is the equation of Jew versus Gentile. Some Jews died terrible deaths simply because they were Jews.
It makes me wonder how close to any kind of truth are we in comparison to all the true things of this world? Did the Nazis really believe that Jews are (were) less than animals?
Who could do that? Who could ignore the similarities even as we see them, hear them, smell them, feel them, and know they are the same?
What invisible cloud blurred their vision? Can it happen again? Where did the rainbows go? Who was responsible for this? God? The devil? The Golden Key of choice?
So history is a mirror to who we are now and who we used to be. I don't necessarily like to think I came from a line of racists, capitalists. I don't want to be related to the guy who built the bomb nor do I want to be the one hit by the bomb.
It seems clear that an open mind is key. Just as life itself is generated via all sorts of openings and exits, our minds and hearts must be always on alert. We cannot make the ascent based on stringent human conditions. We do not know it all. We are in no position to believe anything is impossible.
You cannot truly know what the cat sees when she perks her ears. You cannot know how the story ends or even all the sides that may attest to the way it began.
So, in all? I think it's best to take the approach of the wise old man in grey. Puff a pipe and think. Think for a good long time about everything you know and then do it all backwards.
If you spin a light around on a string in a 360 degree angle, you will end up with an entire ball of light surrounding you, if you use a camera and snap the shot on a slow speed. I would like to be in a ball of light. It seems like a good place to be. It seems to me that if you allow your mind to work like the all-encompassing exposure as this light, you will find things you seek. You will discover many things lying in the grass. You will.
Jung took the open-minded approach. He had a better end. It could be concluded that the mind of Freud went to sex because of his lack thereof. Or maybe we will find he was right after all. I can't seem to think life could be only about sex unless it would be in the terms of a species caring for its bloodline. I think there is a component to our being that causes sex to be okay. However, I also know life to be utterly beautiful in ways that have nothing to do with sex.
Sex is its own thing. Life and death is more or less the same.
I don't know what it is I see with my eyes. If it is a spectral of the present, why do I feel the past? It is my happy existence. My lust for love and life. I want that thrill. It sometimes feels more than sexual. Sometimes it seems like that is all it is–sexual.
History teaches us everything and nothing. Everything and nothing at all.
“Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.”
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