WORDS LIKE LIGHT
Tuesday, August 23, 2022
It seems strange, sometimes, that the word ‘indefinite’ is so beautiful to me, since, to most people, it probably carries a somewhat negative flavor. We usually want our lives to be the opposite of indefinite – like understandable, and clear, and user-friendly – but I see, more and more, the beauty of obscurity and uncertainty. For me, at the ripe young age of 80, life has become more and more beautifully limitless, a reality without confining borderlines and constrictive explanations. In my younger years, I found it fun to apply easy labels in order to define and understand various parts of my life, but now I know that labels always overlook the vastness and nebulousness of reality. All of this life I’m part of is as indefinite as mist and smoke, as unfixed as breezes and sunshine. After my wonderful long years of searching and studying, I’ve come – happily – face to face with the immeasurable mystery of everything, and it makes me want to wave my arms in thankfulness. I’m a free-and-easy 80-year-old ripple in an unsearchable ocean, happy to simply appreciate the indefinite, open-ended grandeur of things instead of hopelessly trying to define and understand them.
ONE DAY OF KNOWING NOTHING One day, no one knew anything, and this knowing nothing made a saintly kind of happiness. Little lights of unknowing shone everywhere. A silky sea called Ignorance crashed in spectacular surf on the shore, and thoughts were so light they lifted off from people's heads like light-hearted butterflies. Broken lives were refurbished simply by this awareness of ignorance, and a gentle bewilderment kept everything sheltered and hushed. You could see something shining inside you, because artificial understanding was no longer there. Thoughts were shining with the salutary light of simplicity, and soft, medicinal explosions of puzzlement were everywhere.