My apologies for not having updated for such a long time. Things have been quite busy, even at the beginning of the Honours year. I have a research proposal to write as well as an independent study unit of a 10000 word paper. But this academic year may well turn out to be the most meaningful yet.
It’s interesting… change. So much has changed, and many things will continue to change. It’s a slightly melancholy thing, thinking about all the people that have come and the people that have gone. The chances you missed, and the chances you seized. Even the sweetest victories feel pensive, wistful. Like love. Love is never just “one thing” – it is more complex than what we would like to tell ourselves. I don’t think a human never knows what it’s truly like to live until he or she falls in love – whether with another human being, or with the Buddha, or with God. Love is our true purpose and is the ultimate key to unlocking the mysteries of the universe.
Does the human condition possess more drives than that which flies towards food, sex, and survival? I think it does. I think there is the drive, the flight to meaning. To be capable of relating to and talking about the world with true meaning, means you are living the life of the masters. There is no room for tripe references to God or to righteousness. You already embody it – or attempt to. The attempt is already admirable.
Enough ranting. Research goes on. Life goes on. Love goes on. I’ll be back.
Hey, yes I do think the human condition possess more drives than that which flies towards food, sex, and survival. Except, you can’t “drive” anywhere, As Lao Tzu said, It is beyond is and is not. How do I know this is true? I look inside myself and see.