Sunday, July 31, 2011
the concrete and the mythos
We live in the concrete and the mythos. The realist part of us is reeled in by concreteness and we in-cyst that only matter matters. It is here that we say Jesus was only a man, Buddha a story, Lao Tzu a tall tale. We wish to set our solid ass down in a non-metaphysical chair. We try so hard to be so sane and not be fooled. What fools! When we claim the mythos we are, we walk with Beauty, commune with Wonder. We know where Jesus lives and laugh the Buddha laugh. We travel with Lao Tzu aboard his buffalo and know the secrets of the Rose.
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A curious iron-y is that we craft and then wrap an intricate mytho-tapestry around the concrete, to grasp it with our prehensile tales, while simultaneously poo-pooing others' metaphysical motes.
ReplyDelete"...first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye." (Matthew 7:5)
The concrete beckons to be wrapped; the mytho-tapestry seeks to wrap. "Being and non-being produce each other." (Tao Te Ching)
--Gary