Thursday, February 12, 2009
It is what they are selling and it is what we are buying!
Do we willingly or subconsciously subscribe to the constant feed of noise to numb ourselves as a means to avoid our own selves? Do we invite TV, music, social networks, and blogs into our home and our mind to not listen to the piercing questions, the legitimate doubts, and the continuous mumbling of self, so we do not have to face inevitable and burning question: Who the fuck am I? What is this that I call "I"? Where does it come from? Where will it go?
So, we continue to keep ourselves busy, with blogging, with facebook, with downloading the 15th record we never will get into to, because we do not take the time to just sit and fucking listen - listen to yourself, listen to each other, listen to your children and your wife, listen to that god damn record, listen to the voice inside, listen to the silence.
If there is nothing we can hold on to, if there is nothing that will last forever, not our bodies, not our belongings, not even our beloved ones, and it is true that all will pass and fade away, we are probably well off to learn to listen to the silence and find solitude in emptiness. Then, and only then, there is no fear and no death. And no I-delusion. Then that is all there is forever in now.