“The fish trap exists because of the fish. Once you’ve gotten the fish you can forget the trap. The rabbit snare exists because of the rabbit. Once you’ve gotten the rabbit, you can forget the snare. Words exist because of meaning. Once you’ve gotten the meaning, you can forget the words. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so I can talk with him?” ― Zhuangzi
There are times I can be quite chatty (and possibly obnoxious and overbearing). But I wonder if maybe the reason that I talk so much is that I am trying vigorously to communicate something for which words do not exist. Something that can only be felt in the deepest part of being. Something that goes beyond words and their usefulness.
Is there such a thing? A truth that cannot be communicated? Wisdom that cannot be spoken? an idea that cannot be uttered? What characteristics would it have? How would we notice it, or think about it; study it, or perceive it? Could we? Would we? In a world of instant access to unlimited information, it seems almost absurd to seek after something that cannot be encoded into language.
This is exactly how Lao Tzu describes The Tao in the Tao Te Ching, “The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao, The Way that can be named is not the eternal Way.” But how can we have anything but a superficial understanding of this Great Truth when all we can do is speak or read about it? Perhaps it can be reached through meditation. Focusing on your breathing, moving into your body, getting in touch with your surroundings and filling your mind with the present moment. This may get you away from words, but as the story goes, meditating to reach enlightenment is like polishing a brick to make it into a mirror (it ain’t gon’ happen)
[I have tactically chosen to leave the remainder of this post empty, instead of finishing it, in order to leave space for Wordless Truth. Let me know if you see it]
Desires. Ambitions. Goals. Inspiration. Dreams. Motivation.
Doubt. Fear. Worry. Failure. Regret. Anxiety. Depression.
Emptiness. Oneness. Clarity. Peace.
“Why am I here?” “What is my purpose?” “What is God’s will for my life?” “Am I making a difference?” “How will I be remembered?”
I have often asked myself these, and many similar questions. We as humans seem to be programed with an insatiable interest in purpose. We want to accomplish something, we want to be a part of something bigger than ourselves, and we want to know why. We often imagine purpose as something that we must find, discover, or create. Or something that must be bestowed, or given to us by some other entity. But purpose is something that is always with us. It is an integral part of who we are, and we cannot be separated from it.
Water does not strive, it does not desire, and it has no goals. It does not search out its purpose. Simply by behaving according to its own properties, it fulfills its purpose. As a result clouds are formed, canyons are carved, and life is sustained (The water does not aim to accomplish these things, yet they are still accomplished). The purpose of water is to be water.
Consider A Tree
What is the purpose of a tree? Other than to grow and to become a perfect manifestation of itself? There is none. A tree does not desire to make a name for itself. It does not try to make the world a better place. A tree is a tree, and that is its purpose.
Can we live like the tree, or the snail, or the bird? With no purpose other than to be ourselves? Is it possible to stop striving, planning, searching and asking? Or is longing for a greater purpose simply part of our nature?
“The Master gives himself up
to whatever the moment brings.
He knows that he is going to die,
and he has nothing left to hold on to:
no illusions in his mind,
no resistances in his body.
He doesn’t think about his actions;
they flow from the core of his being.
He holds nothing back from life;
therefore he is ready for death,
as a man is ready for sleep
after a good day’s work.” ~Lao Tzu
There was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically.
“Perhaps,” the farmer replied.
The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. “What great luck!” the neighbors exclaimed.
“Perhaps,” replied the old man.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.
“Perhaps,” answered the farmer.
The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.
“Perhaps,” said the farmer…
I love this. It is such a wonderful reminder that no event is the be all and end all of life as we know it. Don’t dwell on the tragedies, and don’t get attached to the seemingly positive. True control comes from realizing you have none.
“Do you want to improve the world?
I don’t think it can be done.
The world is sacred.
It can’t be improved.
If you tamper with it, you’ll ruin it.
If you treat it like an object, you’ll lose it.”
If you’ve watched any movies or read any books that involve time travel, you will know that there are certain issues to bear in mind when visiting the past. Don’t go see your past self, don’t allow yourself to be seduced by your grandmother, thus becoming your own grandfather (Its not your fault, you didn’t know) and most importantly, don’t try to change things. Any little change you make can cascade into devastating consequences, up to and including flying baboons, early apocalypse, and the Nazis winning World War II. In fact, its really best not to touch anything. If there is one thing your friends will never let you live down, it’s damaging their favorite timeline.
Now I would like to tell you, if you can believe it, that I am a time traveler (Albeit in one direction, and at a slow and constant speed). I am in fact living in the past of the future, and far be it from me to bring on a plague of killer robots by selfishly trying to change things.
Far too many people treat the world as an object for their own entertainment and satisfaction. Using it. Abusing it. Wringing it out until it gives up the last drop. Take a step back. Let the world be. Preserve the future’s past.
“I’d love to change the world
But I don’t know what to do
So I’ll leave it up to you”
~Ten Years After
Eddies in Space-time
are bending the universe
The sofa is gone