awake in cocoons
There is a vital mystery to the world; but it lies hidden behind our stubborn conviction that, in the main, we’ve figured it out already.
[This applies both to the depressed individual and the human race as a whole.]
My Lord said to me:
be greater than you are
—that we might grow.
Overhearing one night in a museum how Velasquez’s brushwork was ahead of its time, i wondered: Why is it that we no longer climb upwards out of the past but now fall forwards into the future?
Last night i slept on one of Martin Buber’s books. I dreamed of a stairway reaching into the cosmos and saw the old gods ascending and descending upon it. And there above it, stood a greater, as yet unimagined, possibility.
We must reforge the prophets of old into pry bars, and topple the truths we once imagined could save us.
The Buddha has said: “Even the gods are subject to samsara.” But i say unto you: even our scientists and their truths are in thrall to reckless world views. (They know not how to find the truths that are best for us.)
This morning I watched an old man pace the contours of St. Peter’s parking lot, again and again. Which of us was the greater fool?
Why do we kill the goose and keep the cat? — Because predators flock together? Or are birds without feathers just better?
In Hebrew, unlike English, you face the past: the future lies at your back, like the rower on a boat or half the travelers on a train. But these languages lead us astray, for the past is as distant as the future, and the human soul (at present) as homebound as it is myopic.