Professional Documents
Culture Documents
THE
SPAN OF EARTHLY THINGS IS AS A DREAM, BUT A FAIR WELCOME IS GIVEN HIM WHO HAS REACHED THE
WEST.
An Egyptian Harper during the 1st Intermediate Period
All of our dreams have led to this moment but we look around us, and see that all these dreams have led to a nightmare, a nightmare that we desperately want to wake from if we only knew how. We talk and write, filling the spaces surrounding a necessarily silent void with the hope that some-other will, from the shape of the space we have filled, be able to find the shape of this hole, to understand what is that we are not talking of, this echo-less silent void that alone is the desire of our heart, that alone has any im portance for us. Words are too dull of a tool to use in our search for the knowledge that we thirst for. To exist is to be the subject of a narrative, of a story, and in this sense the Etern al does not exist. Eternity tells no tales. The order we experience, in time, is the order of a story. A Story is an order in Time and an order in Time is a Story (and Space is the order that binds all separate stories into a whole). Time binds, but Eternity frees. From Time, we snatch Moments of Eternity. A Moment is the temporary suspension of the drive to become for the satisfaction of Being; it is putting your Trust in Being. Logic, the split between the Temporal and the Eternal, begins with dissatisfaction. The Eternal, is that which is story-less, that which is not part, and can not be a part, of any story. Moments are moments when we forget our story and for that brief moment we live in The Eternal, the divine realm.
B. W. Reed (December 3rd, 2009 & July 31, 2012 [Corrections])