Originally Posted by
volwest
Sarge thought i was trying to shame him through his past...why not...but most of us do not even know what this "past" is...not only we inherit it from our parents and our grand parents...but also from thousands of years of man's history.
We do not act with the past, but it is the past that acts in us. The past is part of us, useful and bothering at the same time...
Useful by the fruit of experiences contained within it...bothering by the traces of wounds that experiences have left in us.
The past is not behind us...but within us.
Understanding this should not bring shame but strength and a better understanding of who we are and why we do the things we do.
About leaders and loneliness...
The traveler, struck by a face within a crowd, transfigures it, even though this face is not for him. It is through this mystery, that the soldier is in love with the queen. He becomes the queen's soldier.
Far at sea expends burning destinies, which were promised islands made out of melted clouds...they sing, those sailors, the song of this island, and they are happy. It is not the promised island which creates happiness, but the song itself.
Loneliness, is only the fruit of the mind, when it is crippled. It leaves in a country, called the way of things...therefore the temple is the way of stones.
The mind has only wings for this space...for this state.
The mind does not rejoice for objects, but for the unique face that we read through them and which binds them together.
Only ask that i learn to read.
The cathedral is made out of a certain arrangement of stones, all alike, but distributed in relation to forces, forces that are structured to talk to a certain spirit.
This cathedral is of a certain ceremonial.
My past week is made out of a certain arrangement of days, first all alike, but distributed in relations to forces, forces that are structured to talk to a certain spirit.
The week is of a certain ceremonial.
There are days where i don't work, others where i invite mouths for dinners, and it is those forces which you meet.
There is also a ceremonial for the year...and a ceremonial for each decade...and they are more or less alive.
There is also a ceremonial of the faces, and one of my village, for here comes the day of the fair, or the bell of the dead, or the time of harvest, or the wall to be built together, or the community being hungry, and the sharing of water when the sun is proud to be a sun.
This water is not just for you, and you are now through this sharing part of a nation, and the nation is more or less warm.
And i do not know of anything in this world which is not of a certain ceremonial...for you have nothing to wait for of a cathedral without architecture, of a week without a dinner, of a face without proportions, and of a nation without customs.
You would not know what to do of your raw materials.
Could anyone argue that a stone is of no ceremonial ? The stone is of the ceremonial of the dust which makes it.
Those who would argue this, have only discovered individuals...and of course, it is good that individuals walk, and feed, and dress up...but they die in the essence of things, and become stones if you do not create in your empire the ceremonial of Man.
How could i explain to you what i look for ?
It is not of an object which talks to senses, but to spirit.
Do not ask me to justify the ceremonial of things...for logic is of the level where reside objects, and not of the bind between them.
Here, i have no more language.
volwest
