10.12.2012

Rambling at a place of finite.


There’s a moment in the middle of the night, in the city where I live, when the streets are calm. You can almost see no cars or buses. It is beautiful then, but like any other quiet city, sound asleep at night. But then, there are these trucks, and they go very slowly, stopping every once in a while. These trucks are full of water, and the people in charge go around washing the sidewalks. Nothing spectacular you may say. But then the smell of wet earth, it takes me back to my home in the country-side, it takes me back to nature.

How amazed I am by our minds! At one point we are in the middle of a crowded city, and triggered by a smell, or a noise or some sensation or feeling and we are in the middle of a field, watching the stars up in the sky, wondering about our existence, or maybe about love; or who knows what. It is incredible how we can be at terrible places, enduring the worst situations, and by just some small inflection in the surroundings, in time and space, we can get elsewhere. We can go wherever we please, do whatever we want, and even become someone else entirely. We can be whoever we want, at the warmth insights of our minds.

So I’m back at the main street of the city. Maybe I wasn’t feeling so well, or maybe it was just another usual day, distant from being an important day, and I get this spark, the lightning strikes and I know I am nothing in the universe. But I can also see the connections of it all. And I get it, regardless of whatever may come our way, and whatever may happen, everything is going to be OK, because everything is going to keep being.

Existence is as vast as inexistence. Infinity turns into nothing and is re-made. It doesn’t matter if you love opera for example, or if you hate it, because it is everywhere, and so is rap, blues, or the type of music you like and hate. And not even types matter, since one is everything and everything is one. It is only a matter of finding the connections and let them be, and twist them, break them, forget them. It is a matter of letting yourself be, and letting yourself fall into oblivion. Let yourself go and exonerate everyone of your ideas, and then share yours and theirs.

Our minds are infinity and finite. Duality reigns; even more… multiplicity does. There are as many “yous” as you want, nothing will define you and everything will. Life and death are nothing, they are a part of existence and inexistence, and whatever billion things come in-between. Convincing your mind, or getting your mind to convince you to be whatever you want. And molding perception the way you want; entering the gates, or staying at the threshold, are all possible ways. And it is not even a decision you’ll have to make, it doesn’t really matters, it is no longer about give or take. It never was.

Now I’m going back to the wet streets again. Everything is so serene, and truthful. The decay of the night is soon to start becoming, and the awareness of the day kicks in. But it doesn’t matter, because the light of day can also be the sound of the rain. It can also become a humming bee or a mocking bird. And the cars of cold harsh steel can turn into shame, become disgrace and then grandness. It doesn’t matter when, where or where, once the trigger is set. Help the mind through the many gates of awareness; guide it into decay, like the night, and the singing of the mocking bird. You are nothing, you are two, you are everything, you are finite and infinite, and you will soon cease to exist… like me. Like forever is stuck at a moment of silence, of resilience, sitting quietly by a white fence. All faces gone, all of mentality fades.

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