What comes to my mind is this great
puzzle-question; why something rather that nothing? But we mean not quite something
-- we mean everything and this very exact thing. What is the
thing? It’s missing! It’s nothing, isn’t that something?
Now, say you were to unravel the
tangled mesh of veils and reveal! Would you recognize this happening? Would
its’ face seem familiar to you? How disappointing that would be. Are you
missing it, or are you missing?
Then, what is the thing? You
remember it instantaneously. The notion unravels and recoils within the web of
your mind, right now, in a minute, tomorrow. Your knowing is a fire; raging,
dying. You know when you are lying! Isn’t that the truth? That is your
guide, listen and respond. The words are singing you a song, sing along. I
remind myself to remember, that is a silly habit. The things that are important
in and of themselves are immanent as such. I remember it. It will remind me. It
generates itself and insists on being alive. Why this, rather than that? Well,
as you wish, that is then as well. You say you have lost it and there
it is.
Once you know nothing, twice you
know something. There it goes! Don’t miss it.
DINGIR ID NIGRID DINGIRIDDLE
Inga kommentarer:
Skicka en kommentar