In a world of USB drives, smartphones and tablets, I find peace and even harmony in the hand-written word.
The Word of Man is powerful and enduring as man exists. Of course, my use of the term “man” refers to the entire human species – male and female.
To digress, we erroneously categorize ourselves into “races” or “sub-species” attributing superiority or inferiority not on individual or “corporate” capabilities, but out of fear and loathing – out of power and self-aggrandizement. In so doing, we offend the collective consciousness, causing it to recede and flee from yet another generation.
The Word of Man is powerful and enduring. I have written words on paper for half a century now. Some have more meaning than others. Poems that I wrote in my late teens are forgotten measurements of an average angst-filled youth – death to parents, death to authority, death to the rule of law – all too normal, beyond the definition of that most precious banal word.
Sermons that I wrote in my twenties and thirties full of fiery ideology, delivered and gone, into the starry void – believe as I do, throw off the oppression of man for the oppression of God – energy expended with a thought of wisdom but only hinting at its truth.
My forties full of unwritten words or words for myself … a time in the desert to contemplate and discover ….
The words I now write in a book without lines – the madness of wisdom – are neither hemmed in by fear, power or religion. They are essence not objects with definitions.
The Word of Man is powerful and enduring as man exists. Words go unheard, unread and unspoken. Yet the Word of Man marches through time unfettered – survive, achieve … arrive.
With power and arrogance, we can survive and achieve. But arriving requires something that is only gained through a well-considered journey. Reflection may bring understanding, which may bring wisdom, which may bring light. Light drives back shadows and fear, exposing the destination. To truly see where you must arrive, is to understand that you have arrived.
The collective consciousness does not draw near – it is in you; it is you.
There are no words to describe the Word of Man. It is experienced and yet it is indescribable.
Will we see a critical mass of arrivals in this generation?
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