“The major and almost the only theme of all my work is the struggle of man with ‘God’: the unyielding, inextinguishable struggle of the naked worm called ‘man’ against the terrifying power and darkness of the forces within him and around him. The stubbornness of the struggle, the tenacity of the little spark in its fight to penetrate the age-old, boundless night and conquer it.”
“Some crackpots search for God, thinking perhaps he lurks somewhere amid the branches of the flesh and mind; some squander precious life, chasing the empty air; some, still more pigeon-brained, think they’ve already found him and work on his compassion with their begging whines till their minds break from too much joy or too much pain. But others, great brain-archers, know the secret well: by God is meant to hunt God through the empty air!” – Nikos Kazantzakis
This is in four parts, they will all be posted one at a time each day in the comments on this particular Morning Trip. The description of the piece from the YouTube poster is also in the first comment.
“Vulnerability is built into our hearts, which can be sliced open at any moment by some sudden shift in the arrangements, some pain, some horror, some hurt. We know and instinctively fear this, so we protect our hearts by covering them against exposure. But this doesn’t work. Covering the heart binds and suffocates it until, like a wound that has been kept dressed for too long, the heart starts to fester and becomes fetid. Eventually, without air, the heart is all but killed off, and there’s no feeling, no experiencing at all.”
– Norman Fischer
And then…the Creator has other plans!
One drop of rains falls.
It can be ignored.
More gently patter down.
I look up (do you?).
A teasing pause.
One drop, two, a rush, a dance
The mind moves, the body follows.
A weaving dance, feeling joy, creating downpours of expression,
rising, twisting, and spinning
across a pattern of life
I smile, inside and out (do you?).
Come to ground.
Refreshed by self after converting gift of rain.
I sit, peacefully (do you?).
I watch the gift of ground.
Happiness is not the opposite of depression. The pursuit of happy is much like trying to be hot or to be cold. The concept of happy robs all of the enchantment of simple experience,
creating both the illusion of depression and the biochemical state of the brain caused by the stress of trying to obtain a thing that does not exist. The illusion of leaving depression comes from the lift from moving forward and taking action on each daily thing. The relief of the state of depression does not equal happy, it equals healthy choices, though such choices can come from avoidance of unpleasant feelings and emotions. Perhaps underneath it all, humans are so used to listening to others insisting and promoting the concept that we have some thing to escape, that we are always attempting to create an alternative to heaven to possess right now–the ultimate escape artists.