Good morning, my friends !

by Sorin Atanasiu

I woke up this morning having almost a conviction that is something that needs to be added (again). I guess, that's one of my illusions. LOL ! It’s about the idea that every word is a prison and how we spend our lives living in different prisons. I see clearly that our social and professional identities are build with and upon words. (I don’t want to imply by no means that in this world, at this stage, there should be a total cessation of the words. No. Just take it as an insight good for private use). Everyone of us has been brought up with stories. They are passed through every generation. They are the force that underpins the Dominance of the Names. Words, names have become persons. Our  experiences of the world or reality (whatever reality is) are caused apparently, as last conclusions, by the usage of the words. They are no longer tools but have been transformed into realities. You so much believe in a story that you extract your ultimate identity from it. A word will provide you with an endless being. Soon as the latter seems threatened, you take all the measures to prevent any disruptive movements, any dislocations of the initial understanding. You are relying 100% in something that has been told to you. You’ve got your own story. Your alpha and omega of your existence in this universe. Your identity.

May I ask what is your identity ? What would you answer ? Will you show me your identity card, your academic degrees, your BA, MA or PhD, a picture of you, the last prizes you’ve been given, the large acknowledgement of your virtues, the social ad professional confirmations of your status, the colour of your skin, your ethnicity, your eloquence, your strength, your wealth, your car, your helicopter, your truck, your new jacket (LMFAO !!!), your religion, your thoughts, your emotions. Or maybe you identify your self with an important activity you undertake, like making one hundred push ups in two fingers, or fighting against poverty, or saving the woods, the dolphins, the children !? Please, tell me, who are you among these ? What do you identify yourself with ? Who are you ?

Don’t you have the feeling (or maybe the inner certitude) that these are external acquirements ? You could be one of the above, or maybe all of them. Just choose an item and let me know who are you ? But what if you die this evening ? What would be left of you ? Your eternal remains ?

Don’t your guts tell you that your meaning oriented existence is based solely on words and your intelligent interpretations of them ? Look closer. What do you feel ?

Any word (even the sacred ones) will lead you to another word. Infinitely ! You will end up in a different cell. You can have all the words and concepts in this universe. The herd of your thoughts will be your new beautiful constructions, your outward paths, the mists of your journey. Let them happen. Stay still. Don’t get identified with. Don’t fight against it. Human personality will destroy itself by itself as it is artificial. The mind will collapse in itself. The mind contains the gravity of annihilating itself. The authentic will last. And don’t wait nothing. Let it be.

If there is a reality, it can not be adjudicated by any debates. If there is a reality or truth it will be shown to you. Have no fear ! Nothing is ever lost. The authentic, the real can not die.

Thank you !