My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Monday, May 12, 2014
Awareness Instead
We are pursuing knowledge when we should instead be open to awareness. Knowing infers a struggle, the breaking of the code and forcing facts to yield their hidden meanings. It is too intense and all one sided. Awareness is instead a coming to understanding, the watching of what had always been. In knowledge there is a sense that something must be done with it, that it has to be applied. Awareness is just had. It has no application and needs none.
Labels:
acceptance,
awareness,
knowing,
meaning
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