Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Zorba the Greek
Zorba steps into these blogging topics with grace, dancing, as is his wont, when his words are untranslatable. I never thought (though certainly dreamed) that blogging could become a global conversation and a new communal form of literature. I got here following an inner impulse as faithfully as my unfolding consciousness has permitted.
My first blog was called Discoveries and resembled this one in appearance; but it was based on a false premise-—showcase of ego and attempt to please a crowd. So it was put on the bonfire of vanities. The present incarnation started as An Ongoing Experiment, for I did not know where it was going technically, thematically, visually and various other “-allies”. Allies were in fact what it needed, i.e. readers, commenters, an invisible community. One true reader alone would be enough to make a difference to the world. Let that reader find the blog and let the blog find that reader.
I remain reluctant to tell anyone about this place, for anonymity helps it flourish. As the narrator tells Zorba, mining for lignite is not his true purpose for being on Crete, but it deflects the locals' curiosity. And as the late Douglas Adams mused, it might be the laboratory mice who have been experimenting on us, rather than we on them. So let us allow the benign impulses in us direct our actions. Adams the atheist may have been an instrument of a global spiritual plan. And something whispers insistently in my ear that none of us are exempt from being such instruments. Certainly, I have come a long way, even from the inception of this blog in late April. Then, I was doubting everything, especially spirit. Always doubting, but it turned out to be the main attraction.
Zorba, that most natural of men, believes in nothing, and offers profane sermons such as this:
“Don’t laugh, boss! If a woman sleeps all alone, it’s the fault of us men. We’ll all have to render our accounts on the day of the last judgement. God will forgive all sins, as we’ve said before-—he’ll have his sponge ready. But that sin he will not forgive. Woe betide the man who could sleep with a woman and who did not do so! Woe betide the woman who could sleep with a man and who did not do so!”
The narrator, Zorba's boss, is writing a book called Buddha and tries to eliminate the persistent image of a certain widow's swaying hips from his mind, with little success.
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