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Taking The Illusory Load Off Of Your Faux Feet Since Nineteen-O-Sweet
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NO REST FOR THE KNOWING

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 September 17, 2002                                                              © 2002: JAN COX
 
 
 

What this particular, peculiar human activity is and has always been about
can be talked about in a myriad of manners
(as witnessed by the two years of diverse daily writings here),
but its reality is quite simple  --  too simple for man’s mind to easily comprehend,  --  a statement not necessary true;
no one can say with certainty why this matter is so difficult for man’s mind
to grasp:
“too simple” is one attempt: “too direct,” another;
“too self referential,” yet another; “too blinding” still one more;
the fact (even if incapable of verbalization) remains:
what people born with interest in this kind of activity are actually after is
(once seen for yourself), the height of simplicity, directness, self revelation,
and sight enhancement,
but few who originally have the interest pursue it to the point of this realization,
and any who do, spend the better part of their life achieving it,
and yet what it is that such a man ultimately realizes,
he could fully describe to himself in four or five words;
consider and revel even in the pre experiential excitement and anticipation of
such a non standard human event;
if you were born with that certain hunger  --  go ahead  --  even though you do not presently really understand what the whole affair is really about, or where it may eventually take you should you adequately pursue it -- go ahead now,
and relish in the enjoyment and exhilaration of trying to picture theoretically,
what could be a matter so simple, obvious, close at hand and personal
as when seen  --  turns your entire sense of you and life upside down,
sideways, backwards, inside out, outside in;
smoothes out all the bumps, lights up all the dark corners,
and airs out all the musty mental closets;
for the certain man, just trying to imagine what it might be --
can be the most meaningful fun in the whole world.
 
 
 

On one level, the certain man begins simply;
upon his initial discovery of words that finally to him,
seem to describe what he has been feeling from birth, but could not utter,
he believes/accepts that: “he is living in a dream and should awaken” --  or is:
“living in the dark and needs to achieve enlightenment” --  or:
“is in captivity and wants to be liberated”;
whatever description he accidentally finds first & adopts does not matter --
--  not ultimately --
for if he prosecutes his inborn hunger & interest to at least its presently,
known-for-sure-through-experience extreme  --
no description of what he realizes matters  --   plus, they are too….too….complex?! --  well….yes -- but so what; all talk about mental only matters is too complex;
well -- perhaps all descriptions are inadequate --  not complex enough?!  --
well, also true, since no talk can fully embrace reality;
symbolic sounds can never completely cloak that which they attempt to represent;
then maybe all descriptions come from people who do not really know
what they are talking about?!  --
once more, such a position is not without standing inasmuch as anyone who insists that their words do fully reflect the realization -- have never achieved it;
no, all-in-all --  everything-be-known-&-accounted-for;
there is no verbal telling of what the extreme realization is –
but be brutally assured  --   it is simple;
childishly simple;
foolishly simple;
side-splittingly simple;
awakeningly simple --  enlighteningly simple – liberatingly simple,
but a direct realization regarding the simplicity of man’s unique relationship to life which life is not presently arranged for him to see
                                         (speaking obviously in general).
 
 
 

When you see it, it is easy to conclude (from mankind’s current overall situation) that everyone seeing it would drastically change the nature of how men live,
and apparently this is not what life desires, or life would have all men seeing it, (such, as always, is merely a human’s view;
the speculative perspective of a cog in the magnus vivus machina;
who knows what is on the whole machine’s mind?!  --
it is possible that even the machine does not know).
All you or any man ever has to go on is what he has discovered and
made up for himself (speaking now of a man not in the general population).
Even though he began his quest with a simple
(though unknowingly at the time, incomplete) view (viz):
“I am living in a dream and must awaken”  --
“I am blind and must find enlightenment”  --
he unavoidably becomes entangled, engulfed, immersed in
ever increasing complexity: the complexity of whatever model, study, system, school, teaching that he early found which seemed right for him,
and which he took as the tool-for and road-to his inner, private goal –
but the goal, in truth of fact,
is so simple that all descriptions of what it is, and how to get to it
do nothing but cloud and distract from its achievement;
this is not caused by the stupidity nor nefariousness of those who would teach, and profess to lead in this effort;
they are as unsure as those who look to them.
It is so simple as to be near insulting to those still ensnared in its
illusory complexity and obscurity;
they readily become enraged at any suggestion that they have not yet
achieved the full realization (which is the way to tell:
anyone still with anything to discuss, debate or defend  --
does not realize what is going on in the certain-man-sense).
 
 

The survival pragmatism of the mind is in its capacity for complexity;
its ability to create intangible symbols in man’s brain to
represent physical realities and how they might be rearranged to man’s benefit,
but when the mind turns its attention to itself --
and to the intangibles that are realities only within itself  --
then complexity is a true bugaboo;
what thought tries to rearrange in its own exclusive domain
becomes but more and more distorted and confusing as complexity is applied;
nothing is more perplexing to man’s mind than it grappling with itself;
it seems to it to be a confrontation between octopuses  –
when it is mere arm wrestling ‘tween bruce wayne & batman.
 
 

Look out your window at the overwhelming complexity of life;
look at the simplicity of a window pane  --
 that is the simplicity we are speaking of,  mr. wayne.

J









...one more thing: the payout of the first stage is in the simplicity of your knowing;
the next one is in the simplicity of what you should be doing.
(It can get sticky along in here, being that you know so much,
you can easily forget to then be doing anything.)
 
 



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