There exist a language that no one can speak. It exists in the construct between us humans and the world. It binds us together and shows us the way in every intersection of our path. On every crossroad in life we will have to make a choice where to go while time is pushing us from behind. The beast of reality is breathing us in the neck and even to not make a choice is a choice made.
Don Juan, the old master of life, would say that all the paths are leading to the same place and that choosing the one with heart is making all the difference. I say he is right and that all of us, at some point, will have to sit down and relearn this language.
It’s easy to intellectualize everything we do and reason back and forth with words. But the foundation of every argument will be wrong from the start, as the signpost pointing at the thing is not the thing itself. Words and thoughts can never be substitutes to anything important.
They can definitely sort out practicalities in everyday life, but they cannot show us who we really are, nor can they communicate anything new to our life experience. They cannot show us real happiness, peace, love or any of the experimental adventures streaming out in the reality we call life. At the most they can subjectively communicate a reality that we have already experienced with others with similar experience. But they have a really hard time expanding our consciousness. They cannot teach us anything new, anything that we have not yet lived, and for all of us that think a lot; in the end old thoughts and words are the only things we have left to think about.
While being and sensing this world we might not be able to put everything in to words (life is all to complex to be taken down to a linear reality) but we will be capable of listen to what our heart have to say of every bump and turn in the road.
We, then, get to connect with everything that is bringing meaning to life. We see things for what they really are and it will be easy to know the choices to be made, even though it make take mountains of courage to carry them out.
Life teaches me that I have to move away from reason to find what’s bringing real importance and joy. Life has thought me that at the end of every argument there is always a but, always a division.
The mountains have thought me that statistics doesn’t count – it’s our own doing that is creating its own effects. They have also thought me that my “gut feeling” is my strongest connection to reality.
I believe it’s the gut feeling that Don Juan is talking about. The gut feeling that everyone living in the mountains have to learn to trust. I believe we can take this same feeling and use it in everyday life. The mountains are there to form us to the better and I think this is one of their greatest gifts to us.
The hard thing though is that there is often a conflict between our gut feeling, our reason and our ego. Material and personal ego winnings often comes in conflict with our feelings of right and wrong, good or bad. We can always reason ourselves to salvation, in whatever situation we encounter - although deep down we know we are simply fooling ourselves.
The language that no one can speak is there at the base of the conflict vs. peace in life. Different people might put it in to different words, but it is still ruling our existence as the construct of the whole.
I want to remind myself that there are some very important things that are ruling our existence. These things can’t be thought, reasoned, spelled, said nor argued about. Still, they rule our lives – whether it’s in the mountains, in our everyday lives or elsewhere.
nice piece.. thoroughly ejoyed it and agree with it 100%.. thanks for writing/sharing!ReplyDelete
Wise words, young man. It's a pleasure following your fine adventures and intelligent musings.ReplyDelete