Definitions
Recently, I've been challenged to explain my deepest emotions. I've further been challenged to justify them. I've been challenged to reevaluate them with the wisdom that is engendered by tagging a definition to an emotion. In short, I've been forced to study ontology with an introspective slant and then go about exposing my internal workings in a meaningful way. This should be easy enough for me to do but it is not.
When asked to explain exactly what I'm feeling and then expose this in a language that conforms to another person's world view, a mass of obfuscations and semantic disconnects occur at various levels. I think we all know the situation: I say something, she understands it another way. The result:
Or
This is the intrinsic nature of human communication... there are so many failure points: The language, world-view transposition, semantics, context..... the list is endless....
My solution: Forget words as a useful means of communication, let the vybe between you and your lover transcend words. Instead of explaining, grab her and passionately kiss her as though your life depended on it.... We're hardwired with very effecient supervocal means of communication... this one seems to work best:
No working this weeknd
For the first time in a long time, I spent my weekend totally at ease and in total restful bliss.
Friday chaos
Friday was chaotic enough. I got to work at a record-breaking 3pm!! (yes, 3 hours before COB). The details of what happened will be left for another day.
In spite of the fitful morning and afternoon, I was fairly pumped and energetic. Friday had the promise of a perfect day and true to form, it didn't dissapoint.
Friday evening
My mission was defined: Relax, relax and then relax some more. I left the office at 7pm. To show my commitment to relaxing, I left without carrying even my trusty laptop (Believe it... I didn't have my laptop with me...I felt....naked...to say the least..)
Everything about the evening was perfect. The weather was chilly but not chilly enough to make one uncomfortable. It was the chilly reassurance that mimics the icy stream that runs up and down one's spine when we intuit that a brief instant in time is the harbinger of a future completely different from the past.
Even ,the Nairobi streets seemed different. The glow of the 'adopt-a-lights' seemed curiously warm and reminiscent of a mother's smile urging a child to wake up and prepare for school. As always, traffic was gridlocked but the typical Nairobi road rage was absent. There seemed to be a unanimous decision by the collective. A decision to make sure that my weekend was perfect, a decision to reward me for my 22hour work days.
I looked and the world was at peace.
Singularity
Have you ever had the feeling that everything is right with the world? That deep overpowering feeing that pervades your very being, washes over your nerves and soothes you is the most therapeutic unguent a human can ever obtain.
It's the mead that the God's drink in the morning. It's the mana that the heavens feast on in the night. It's the kiss of a lover, it's the touch of a woman, the mercy of a queen...
Have you ever had the feeling that one moment in time has rewritten everything in the past and in the future? All your misteps have been corrected. Every error you made is now vindicated by the path that has ensued and the present that the cosmos has created. On Friday, I felt reborn, I felt renewed.... the weary traveller had finally found home...
Perhaps this moment was always the moment. Perhaps it was this that I was born for. Perhaps it is this that defines me. Is happiness a path or a place? Is love a journey or a race? In Sanscrit there is a saying:
I'm increasingly becoming convinced about the verity of that statement. The cosmos is a union of space and time, self and spirit, one and all, yin and yang, man and woman....
Love
No where is this more true than in the passionate moment of lovemaking....It can't be defined and it doesn't end with the simple termination of the act... it persists, it endures, it strengthens and it reaches. It reaches across distances, it joins souls, it synchronizes the beating of hearts and it merges the breath of lungs...It creates and it destroys.
Love destroys the past. It destroys the pain. It destroys the memory of loss. It purges the brimstone fire of betrayal.
Love creates the future. It creates the joy. It creates the memory of a new present. It brings into existence the pleasure of potent passion. It creates the very fibres that hold one's bones together and prevents one from crumbling into ashes. It picks up the dust of despondence. It mops up the tears of tribulation. With that dust and those tears, it moulds a new being. A being of benevolence. Thus I was created.... this weekend...
Completeness
Never have I felt more defined and refined. I feel purified but without the typical accompanying loss of dross being filtered out. I am purified by addition. The experience of another being, reaching into my heart and enveloping me in a power greater than any in my previous experience has energized me. The individual is now larger, the collective is now 'more' whole, my heart's jig-saw fragments are pieced back together. I am repaired... the whole is now truly greater than the sum of the parts...
Perfection
All person's are not created equal, yet we all have the ability to attain perfection. I have a long journey yet but the queen of my heart is the paragon of perfection. She is the thesis drawn up by the God's to direct humanity's aspirations. She stands at the helm of the heavenly ship. She triumphs at the peak of the Everest... Her subjects are blessed by the vision of her presence... If I am but a subject to her, then my life has finally begun...
My obscurity can only be explained by stating the truth: Language cannot begin to define the bliss that I'm in.... no language yet made by the tongue of man can define the opient elixir that now courses my veins.... My life has begun and it will never end
Recently, I've been challenged to explain my deepest emotions. I've further been challenged to justify them. I've been challenged to reevaluate them with the wisdom that is engendered by tagging a definition to an emotion. In short, I've been forced to study ontology with an introspective slant and then go about exposing my internal workings in a meaningful way. This should be easy enough for me to do but it is not.
When asked to explain exactly what I'm feeling and then expose this in a language that conforms to another person's world view, a mass of obfuscations and semantic disconnects occur at various levels. I think we all know the situation: I say something, she understands it another way. The result:
Sweetheart, no, I didn't mean it to come out that way....
Or
...Sweetheart...that's not what I meant
This is the intrinsic nature of human communication... there are so many failure points: The language, world-view transposition, semantics, context..... the list is endless....
My solution: Forget words as a useful means of communication, let the vybe between you and your lover transcend words. Instead of explaining, grab her and passionately kiss her as though your life depended on it.... We're hardwired with very effecient supervocal means of communication... this one seems to work best:
The language of passion.
No working this weeknd
For the first time in a long time, I spent my weekend totally at ease and in total restful bliss.
Friday chaos
Friday was chaotic enough. I got to work at a record-breaking 3pm!! (yes, 3 hours before COB). The details of what happened will be left for another day.
In spite of the fitful morning and afternoon, I was fairly pumped and energetic. Friday had the promise of a perfect day and true to form, it didn't dissapoint.
Friday evening
My mission was defined: Relax, relax and then relax some more. I left the office at 7pm. To show my commitment to relaxing, I left without carrying even my trusty laptop (Believe it... I didn't have my laptop with me...I felt....naked...to say the least..)
Everything about the evening was perfect. The weather was chilly but not chilly enough to make one uncomfortable. It was the chilly reassurance that mimics the icy stream that runs up and down one's spine when we intuit that a brief instant in time is the harbinger of a future completely different from the past.
Even ,the Nairobi streets seemed different. The glow of the 'adopt-a-lights' seemed curiously warm and reminiscent of a mother's smile urging a child to wake up and prepare for school. As always, traffic was gridlocked but the typical Nairobi road rage was absent. There seemed to be a unanimous decision by the collective. A decision to make sure that my weekend was perfect, a decision to reward me for my 22hour work days.
I looked and the world was at peace.
Singularity
Have you ever had the feeling that everything is right with the world? That deep overpowering feeing that pervades your very being, washes over your nerves and soothes you is the most therapeutic unguent a human can ever obtain.
It's the mead that the God's drink in the morning. It's the mana that the heavens feast on in the night. It's the kiss of a lover, it's the touch of a woman, the mercy of a queen...
Have you ever had the feeling that one moment in time has rewritten everything in the past and in the future? All your misteps have been corrected. Every error you made is now vindicated by the path that has ensued and the present that the cosmos has created. On Friday, I felt reborn, I felt renewed.... the weary traveller had finally found home...
Perhaps this moment was always the moment. Perhaps it was this that I was born for. Perhaps it is this that defines me. Is happiness a path or a place? Is love a journey or a race? In Sanscrit there is a saying:
You are this,this is that, that is this and that's all there is to say about that
I'm increasingly becoming convinced about the verity of that statement. The cosmos is a union of space and time, self and spirit, one and all, yin and yang, man and woman....
Love
No where is this more true than in the passionate moment of lovemaking....It can't be defined and it doesn't end with the simple termination of the act... it persists, it endures, it strengthens and it reaches. It reaches across distances, it joins souls, it synchronizes the beating of hearts and it merges the breath of lungs...It creates and it destroys.
Love destroys the past. It destroys the pain. It destroys the memory of loss. It purges the brimstone fire of betrayal.
Love creates the future. It creates the joy. It creates the memory of a new present. It brings into existence the pleasure of potent passion. It creates the very fibres that hold one's bones together and prevents one from crumbling into ashes. It picks up the dust of despondence. It mops up the tears of tribulation. With that dust and those tears, it moulds a new being. A being of benevolence. Thus I was created.... this weekend...
All I want to do is to please you.... I come not to hurt you but to help heal you.... I may be transitory, I may be permanent.... my state does not matter... only my duty does.... and my duty is to serve you...
Completeness
Never have I felt more defined and refined. I feel purified but without the typical accompanying loss of dross being filtered out. I am purified by addition. The experience of another being, reaching into my heart and enveloping me in a power greater than any in my previous experience has energized me. The individual is now larger, the collective is now 'more' whole, my heart's jig-saw fragments are pieced back together. I am repaired... the whole is now truly greater than the sum of the parts...
Perfection
All person's are not created equal, yet we all have the ability to attain perfection. I have a long journey yet but the queen of my heart is the paragon of perfection. She is the thesis drawn up by the God's to direct humanity's aspirations. She stands at the helm of the heavenly ship. She triumphs at the peak of the Everest... Her subjects are blessed by the vision of her presence... If I am but a subject to her, then my life has finally begun...
My obscurity can only be explained by stating the truth: Language cannot begin to define the bliss that I'm in.... no language yet made by the tongue of man can define the opient elixir that now courses my veins.... My life has begun and it will never end
... In a breath I gained life, in a night I gained immortality....
Comments
Though the trick with the plant-kiss-on-the-cherry-lips thing is that maybe... sweetheart may not be very receptive owing the verbal tension.