I dream that one day we can all communicate from reality.
A time when we won’t censure or fear to reveal. A time when politically correct will be insignificant when shock at words vanishes into the murky world of forgotten stupidities.
A time when we all unabashedly pour ourselves into the communal fiction.
When we finally own up to our own insignificance and revel in our lack of importance.
You may say that we need to hide certain things for our own protection. Sure but those things are trivial.
Is my bank account number and pin essential to me? No.
But the things that people are scared of revealing. Their wants, urges, dreams and preferences.
I include myself within this
I also partake of this bitter cup
This social incarceration within a prison of shame concerning the mundane, shared reality called Human.
And just think what society would be like if everyone freely declared their intentions and desires.
If everyone just laid their cards on the table and showed contempt for the kitty.
Realized that the kitty was the excuse to play and governed the game from that understanding.
But think of how much suffering would just vanish as people found their matches and left stagnant patches for fresh verdure because everyone knew everyone.
See I don’t fear being known the process of becoming known gives me performance anxiety though.
And this is the case for everyone.
My process of philosophy is phenomenology.
That is I spend all my time semi-watching myself from the awareness. I’ve talked of it in previous blogs but it’s essential characteristic is one of neutrality, it passively accepts all that comes within its domain.
From that place I watch all my activities and emotions and basically this is my commentary on that.
The world from the perspective of this awareness is reality and it is beautiful.
Recursively that description of how I do philosophy is itself an example of the act itself. That is it is a commentary on the activity of me philosophizing taken from the 1st person.
That comment also was.
Anyway seeing as how I’m human and we’re all human there’s going to be a lot of commonalty. And that’s the job of the philosopher.
He goes dredging in the dark,
pulls all into the light of reality,
brings it before your gaze and shows you
through a sign-post to your own experience,
your own capacity to authenticate,
that there’s nothing to fear
because we don’t matter
and our end is not in our own hands
and that now and all the nows
till the maybe not now
are actually pretty good
in the cold, warm light of reality.