Having the courage to prick one’s own complacency, the
elements that would otherwise have constituted confusion now trip us down in cascading
experiences of clarity. How effortless it becomes …. once the courage alone
stands … the courage to let all of the rest
fall. With this courage, observe how
much misfortune is redeemed with providence.
The Big Trade: You thought you had discovered a piece of cultural reality. But not so, reality is what you hit when your relation then pushed your message aside. You quickly hit reality again when you called the other’s attention to the slight. It is a strong moment to know that reality has got your back precisely when … because your relations do not. You make the big trade, between the necessity of division within the provincial and the consequential unity of cosmic thinking.
The higher the intelligence in one’s realism, the less of that reality one has: The most intelligent realism has promoted itself to little more than an involuntary spider which by rational necessity extends its design beyond human reach … the math is invincible … to which, this literal pebble in a child’s hand is merely real, for our moment in the figurative.
Don’t overestimate the value of clarity. To be beaten one’s whole life through is not half the misery of realizing it. But then, from a different angle, do not overestimate the pursuit of happiness. In the inevitable failure of such arrogance, clarity emerges again, in the distinction, as supreme. Never in the beginning, but always in the end, our education was worth any cost and one is never merely happy to realize this.
When life is perfect, life was always perfect: Reality is not an answer on the other side of a question. Even if one asks – “what is real?” – reality does not belong to the question. Real “answers” survive the intense scrutiny of failed questions. The quickest path to reality is the answer to the question, “What frustrates me?” The “answer” in this case is the cognitive result of a human discipline, a contact, not a logical necessity. When we see that frustration is our educator and self-education is our goal, then life is perfect.
A maxim is an exaggeration of truth. It is not a truth in the same way that a doctor’s photograph is actual. That sort of truth nauseates. The maxim is more of a rallying cry ... a stimulus ... a pose not very different from that of a comic book superhero.
Self-Engineering by Repetition: It is my ambition to be more than the resolution of accidental stimuli, and yet my higher identity is dependent upon repetition and conditioning. Consequently, I cannot yield ... travel in that straight line determined by the leverage that my circumstance has over my machine. I must resist precisely my natural tendencies and hold to a goal independent of my cultural and evolutionary inheritance. I am in a constant state of correction: testing stimuli against machinery ... ever vigilant; accepting, rejecting, precluding.
Repetition of stimuli is my danger ... and my means. I am, as it were, charging a cannon and must learn how to dodge ... that is, if I wish to arrive with all my limbs attached. I have mechanisms for behavior of varied and often incompatible parts. I cannot reason them away. I cannot reconcile them to a single rational principle. If integrity means whole or harmony or straightforward, then it arrives only after the introduction of an overpowering stimulus ... that is to say, only after I lose my head.