Tuesday, October 17, 2006
A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard (Paul Simon, You can call me Al).
We’re all a combination of soft and hard. I’m walking on a layer of mud, but it stands on a bedrock of certainty: I’m connected to the All as an active component. Herein lies my strength and my weakness too.
I am not a construct of my intellect. It's a relief to have realised that.
The post that I pulled was full of self-important certainty, but it was upstaged by doubts about really important things. In the grip of not knowing, I couldn’t act. I discussed things with someone who tried to fill that void and guide me to some positive action. They say “Nature abhors a vacuum”. It’s easy to condemn indecision, but though I found it uncomfortable to be in that place, I had a paradoxical certainty that hesitating, doing nothing, not knowing, agonising even, were right for me.
Dilemmas are universal. Only the descriptive language varies. I could bring in the word “God” but choose not to. “Bedrock of certainty” will do for now.
Drops of dew form on lush grass which has grown between the stubble-stalks, and a little fly takes rest and sustenance there.
Posted by Vincent at 7:16 am